Her fingers were wrapped tightly around the cool, smooth shaft of a long, sharpened hairpin she had taken from the vanity. It was a pathetic weapon, but it was something. She listened to the whisper of the curtains as they swayed in the breeze, the rise and fall of his chest sending a jolt through her.
"Your Highness," she gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief. Instinctively, she flung the sharp hairpin across the room, the metallic sound echoing in the sudden silence.
Before she could process the shock, Dominic, with a surprising burst of strength, rolled them over. Now, he was the one on top, his body pressing down on hers, effectively pinning her beneath him. One strong forearm pressed against her collarbones, not enough to crush her, but enough to hold her completely immobile.
