“Did she just bite you?” Dron’s face was suddenly right in front of mine his fingers threading into my hair and lifting my head from Amor’s neck.
“Yes,” Amor gritted out.
“She is like a wild animal,” Dron muttered his eyes glittering locked on to mine. “Every single time you poke her she fights back.”
“She can hear you,” I said.
“Give her to me,” Dron demanded since he was still staring at me so intensely I actually thought he was talking to me.
“f**k off strength,” Amor growled, moving forward so that Dron was forced to release me, my hair tangling in his fingers and forming a brief bridge between us, before it fell over my eyes.
I quickly pushed it off, and by then, Dron was already back in my face. He reached over Amor, hooking his hands beneath my arms and hauling me up and over
