Riley’s POV

I stood there, still trying to steady my breathing, still trying to ignore the way my body felt a little weak after what just happened, and all I could do was watch him.

He didn’t look at me again after those last words.

“I’m not mad enough to drink from an unstable wounded petite little woman, you’ll lose consciousness faster than your breath.”

The way he said it stayed in my head, and I didn’t know if I should feel annoyed, embarrassed, or something else entirely, because part of me knew he wasn’t wrong, but another part of me didn’t like the way he made it sound like...