“What’s wrong with you?” he booms. My gaze flies up. He’s glaring. “Lochlan tripped me. You attacked Gael.” I don’t know what the answer’s supposed to be. He snarls. “Not that.” His chest rumbles. “Stop. Shaking,” he grits from clenched teeth. “I can’t.” The adrenaline has ebbed, and I’m a ball of raw nerves. Every inch that I’m not holding onto for modesty is trembling. He growls again. “Don’t move.”
