Third person pov:

"I do not need your help," I say to him, and he scoffs. "He's only a human, and I could have taken him down with one strike, so don't act like you saved me from some life-threatening occasion." I fold my arms with my back against him, feeling the heat of his presence.

"And you have to be stubborn about it," he replies, his voice tinged with frustration. I maintain my stance without looking at him. "A simple thank you would have been appreciated." He closes the space between ...