The bed sank as the person sat on the bed beside her and the scent that filled her nose had her rolling off the other side of the bed. She was definitely not going to get bitten again.
The door was only a feet away from her when her wrist got caught in a powerful grip.
The cursed (quietly) at the person who had the room built so big that it took her more effort and time to get to the door of the room.
"Not smart at all," he said in obvious disappointment as he still held unto her wrist.
Aurora was forced to follow him to the bed as he led her like a child without a choice.
"I won't bite you, again," he told her when he noticed she was covering her neck with her hand while looking him with very watchful eyes like the prey that she was.
She looked at him in clear distrust and looked away at nothing in particular to avoid looking at him.