Sonja

　　If you asked me to put my finger on what just happened, I wouldn't be able to. A shadow passed over the man Cai's features and his eyes turned a deep crimson, almost black in their darkness. Curling his hand around my arm he tugged me closer, forcing me to stare up at him. "You'll never ever say that again," he hissed at me, the pressure on my arm enough to be uncomfortable but not enough to bruise.

　　"But-"I objected.

　　"No," he replied before ...