For a few long seconds, Adrián loomed over him, breathing hard. His lips peeled back from his teeth in a silent snarl, and his dark hair fell around his angular face, no longer arranged in its meticulous style.
Finally, he pushed to his feet and turned to me. He towered over me where I remained on my knees, frozen in place by shock at the sudden, violent display. His pale green eyes burned into me, and another feral sound slipped between his clenched teeth.
He reached for me with bloody hands. I shrank back, but that didn’t deter him. His long fingers sank into my upper arms, yanking me to my feet.
He glowered at me for a moment, saying nothing. I shuddered in his grip, but I didn’t dare struggle against him. I’d learned a long time ago that struggling only earned me more pain.
Hugo groaned, stirring at our feet.
Adrián’s jaw ticked, but his shoulders relaxed, as though a decision had settled over him.
His grip shifted to my waist, and I shrieked as he tossed me over his shoulder.
His hand firmed on my upper thigh, squeezing hard enough to leave a mark. “Don’t fight me,” he ground out.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice shaking as fear suffused my system.
“I’m taking you.”