Marked by the Alpha
Thinking now on how Xavier, instead of talking me through his reservations, shoved a handkerchief soaked in Wolfsbane up my nose filled me with rage, and were it not for the little of my self-preservative instincts that remained, I would’ve tried to go in for another attack.
After what felt like an eternity (though it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds), Xavier let out a chuckle which quickly morphed into a low groan as he straightened to his full height, reminding me once more of just how tiny I was.
“You pack a mean punch, Spitfire,” he said.
There was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as the beginnings of a smile played around the edges of his lips, and when he gave me a thumbs-up