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If I put my mind to it, the only way he was going to be able to stop me was to keep me physically locked up and, knowing Cade, he wouldn’t hesitate to lock me up if it would keep me from fighting.
I wasn’t sure how long I was asleep for before the banging on the bedroom door vibrated through the room. I lifted my head and scanned the dark room, trying to figure out what was going on as I rubbed my eyes.
Then the banging was accompanied by yelling.
“Goddammit, Scar, open the fucking door!” Cade yelled from the other side of the locked door.
I sat up and glared at the door. I crossed my arms and remained in the bed, refusing to budge.
“If you don’t open the fucking door, I’m going to break it down,” he warned in a deadly tone.
For a few seconds, there was silence, and I got out of the bed and stood up. He wouldn’t really break the door down, would he?
I’d just completed the thought when—with a loud crash and bang—the door gave way and cracked into two, falling with a thud to the floor.
Fuck!He’d broken the door down.
Shocked that he’d actually broken the door down, my eyes met his and our gazes clashed. His eyes narrowed and he glared at me as his chest rose and fell with the anger coursing through him. I took a step backward. To say he was angry would have been the understatement of the year. He was livid.
As much as I wanted to take another step backward, I held my ground stubbornly. I wasn’t going to show him that he intimidated me. It was a good thing I’d remembered to block my thoughts from him, otherwise it would have been a waste of time.
He took a menacing step into the room, his eyes fixed on me as I watched him take another step toward me. Instinct told me to run, but I held firm. His hands clenched into fists at his sides.
“Why did you lock me out?” he asked angrily. I could see that he was trying to control his temper.
“Because you’re being a sexist ass,” I told him truthfully, but my response just seemed to ignite his anger again as he glared at me. He took the few remaining steps between us.
He grabbed my arms and even though he was still so angry with me, the hold around my arms was firm but not painful.
“What are you playing at?” he asked as he searched my face for answers.
“Nothing,” I replied as I tried to pull my arms from his grasp, but he wouldn’t let go. “I just don’t want to be around someone who believes I’m weak because I’m a girl.”
His anger wavered for a moment as his eyes softened.
“It’s not that I believe you’re weak, Scar,” he began to explain to me. “I’m just scared something will happen to you and I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on fighting if I had to worry about you in the fight as well. I just found you and I can’t afford to lose you.”
“And it never crossed your mind that maybe that’s how I feel about you? Maybe the reason I want to be able to fight alongside you is so I can try and protect you, too?”
He was surprised and he stilled for a moment before he pulled me into a hug and kissed my forehead. I relaxed against him despite my anger.
It was just one of those arguments that neither one of us was going to back down from. Arguing about it was only going to lead us around in circles, getting us nowhere.
I glanced down at the broken door lying on the floor. It was still hard to believe he’d actually broken the door.
“Did you have to break the door down?” I asked, feeling my anger begin to rise at the fact that he’d forced his way into the room.
“Well, I had to do something. You wouldn’t let me in,” he explained stiffly as he noticed the angry tone in my voice.
“You didn’t have to go all barbaric.”
“Enough fighting. I’m exhausted, I’ve had a rough day,” he said as he released me, his eyes softening for a moment. It was then that I noticed the visible signs of tiredness in his face.
“Next time don’t break down the door; instead, try apologizing for being an ass,” I suggested.
He let out a sigh and shook his head.
Before I knew what was happening, he had picked me up and carried me out of the room.
