His grip becomes bruising and he backs me up until I hit the wall. I shiver and turn my head from his intense gaze, terrified of this side of Diogo. He's such a contradiction. Sometimes kind and gentle, then he becomes the ruthless Warlord I expect him to be.

"I can take what I want from you, Taran. You belong to me."

"You arrested me and forced me to stay!" I protest. "I don't belong to anyone but myself."

"Then consider yourself spoils of war, because you're ...