Theon went very still, and his gaze locked on the tears gathering in her eyes. His hand was still on her waist, and he didn't let go. He couldn't. He knew—if he did, she would walk out. And something in him refused to allow that. "Lena."

"Don't." She shook her head. "Don't say my name like that."

She tried to pull away. His grip held her firm. "Let me go."

"No."

Her eyes flashed. "I said let me go." She shoved him back. Hard. "Do not touch me again." Her chest rose and fell sharply. Her lips trembled—still stinging from where he'd bitten her. "You said this was a favor."...