"Don't you dare spit it out," Landon growled, his large hand covering my mouth as I tried to expel the small white pill he'd forced between my lips. "Swallow it. Now."
I thrashed against him, panic rising as I felt the pill dissolving on my tongue. My back pressed against the wall of my bedchamber, his muscular body pinning me in place. There was nowhere to escape.
"It's medicine," he said, his voice marginally softer. "To prevent scarring from your wound. I won't ask again."
I glared at him, heart hammering against my ribs. Two days had passed since I'd woken in that village, since he'd told me I was his mate. Two days of being confined to this room, treated like fragile glass that might shatter at any moment.
His gray eyes darkened. "Have it your way."
