ODETTE'S POV:
"Why can't you just listen? Why must you cause trouble everywhere you go?" Ambrose was yelling at me. But not with the usual anger and spite.
No, this time. It was with the kind of frustration that comes from having one bad thing happen after another.
The kind that came with waking up and instantly stubbing your toe and then spilling your cup of coffee all over yourself and the floor, all just before your sink explodes when you turn it on to clean the coffee mess on the ground.
That kind of frustration.
"I'm sorry, it was just stifling in here. This room hasn't been used in a while, its dusty and stale." I confessed half of the truth. Leaving the fact, I was ridiculously sexually frustrated and needed some cold air to cool me down.
"I don't care; I don't think you get it." He slammed his hands down on either side of me, pinning me between him. Stress lines etched his face like war paint.
