"Give me the key," he repeated when he noticed her fear slowly began to fall away again, and she was smiling at him.
"Come and take it by yourself," she said boldly, but her slightly shaky voice betrayed her fear. She was scared, and yet he watched her tuck the key into her bosom before she looked up at him.
Rylan closed his eyes to take in a deep, controlling breath at how frustrated he was beginning to feel at her stubborn bravery. Wasn't she taught against provoking a man or even being in his room?
He clenched his fist and unclenched it before opening his eyes and giving her a last warning. "Give me the key." He could open the door with his bare hands if he used his witch powers, but the last thing he needed was for her to witness it.
She shook her head no again.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!