He pressed me against the closing door with a resounding thud. A fresh scent filled my nose.

I looked up in alarm, and his perfect face was inches from mine. "Let me see where you're hurt."

"What do you think you're doing? You're putting me in an awkward position!"

"Where are you hurt?" He insisted, completely disregarding what I had just said.

I reluctantly brushed the hair from my forehead, revealing the wound. He frowned, and then his eyes turned ominously cold. I had never seen him like