Leonis' POV
I don't know why I'm like this with her. Why I tend to lose my temper because of her. I was ready to kill at that ball just because she was dancing in someone else's arms.
And more importantly, I don't know why I care so much about what she thinks. What she says. She says she hates me. A lot of people definitely hates me, but why does her hating me provoke me? Why do her words seem like the sharpest dagger, straight to my heart.
Why am I holding her so tenderly and not just ravishing her now and be done with it. It's just the sexual tension, I keep telling myself. Get her onto the bed, make love to her and your infatuation and fascination with her would end, I try to tell myself.
And yet I know it's more than that. I don't just want to have her because I can. For some reason, I want her to want me with the frustration and vehemence of which I want her too.
I tell her she is mine over and over again. But all I'm trying to do is reassure myself that she is.
