The blood was hardly flowing through her wrist and Elara thought that was the least of her problems right now.
Kaelis had her wrist in a grip that was not cruel but was also not negotiable as he dragged her through the corridor with the kind of energy that suggested he had made a decision and the decision was final and anyone who thought otherwise was going to be sorely disappointed. The maids that they passed did not look up. Smart women.
"Kaelis." She tried to keep her voice level. "Kaelis, what are you doing?"
"Walking," he said simply.
"To where?"
"Our chambers."
She dug her heels slightly but the man was built like architecture so that did very little. "And why are we going to our chambers in this particular manner?"
He pushed the door open with his free hand, pulled her in, and then released her wrist only to turn around and begin the process of locking the door with the kind of focus a man gave to something he had been thinking about for a while.
