They were nearing the next building when a large hand gripped her elbow, tugging her behind a column. Then her back was being pressed to the smooth marble, Razik’s forearm braced above her head. “I feel like we have discussed this already,” Eliza bit out. “Just because I am your Source does not mean you get to haul me wherever you want.” “Not unless it suits your needs, right, mai dragocen?” he returned.
