From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

I glared at him as he entered the cell. I wished there was some sort of
weapon, though I knew even if I was armed to the teeth, there would be
veryy little I could do. He was faster, stronger, and he could take me with a
flick of his wrist.
But I would go down fighting.
“You and I need to talk,” he said as he closed the doors behind him.
“No, we don’t.”
“Well, yyou reallyy don’t have a choice, do yyou?” His gaze dropped to
the cuffs around myy wrists. He took a step toward me and then halted. His
nostrils flared as the pupils of his eyyes dilated. “You’re injured.”
Myy blood. He scented myy blood. Mouth dryy, I stepped back. “I’m
fine.”
“No, yyou aren’t.” His gaze swept over me, stopping at myy midsection.
“You’re bleeding.”
“Barelyy,” I told him.
Within the blink of an eyye, he was directlyy in front of me. Gasping, I
stumbled against the wall. How had he hidden such speed before? He
reached for the hem of myy tunic, and panic exploded.
“Don’t touch me!” I side-stepped him, wincing as pain radiated up
myy side. He stiffened, staring down at me as myy heart slammed against
myy ribs. “Don’t.”
He arched a brow. “You had no problem with me touching yyou last
night.”
Heat swamped myy skin as myy lips pulled back in a snarl. “That was a
mistake.”
“Was it?”
“Yes,” I hissed. “I wish it never happened.”
Gods, that was the truth. I wanted nothing more than to forget how
what we’d done had felt beautiful and life-altering, how it had felt so
incrediblyy right.
I was a fool.
His jaw hardened, and a long moment passed. “Be that as it mayy, yyou
are still wounded, Princess, and yyou will allow me to look at it.”
Breathing heavilyy, I lifted myy chin. “And if I don’t?”
His laugh reminded me of before, but now it was tinged with cold
amusement. “As if yyou could stop me,” he stated softlyy, and the truth of