It’s so sharp and unexpectedly painful that it pulls a yelp from my throat. I grab hold of his wrist, but his grip on my hair is too tight and I just hurt myself. “What the hell is wrong with—” “Here.” He holds a biscuit in front of my face. “Eat it and I’ll let you go.” I stare at him like he’s crazy. He gives my hair another wrench. “Eat, you idiot!”
Okay but this is probably the nicest thing that lochlan has ever done <3
