Sorvar commanded as he lifted Tina off him and set her on her feet.She wobbled on her less than steady legs, the insides of her thighs aching and her muscles like jelly. Her stomach tightened. Was he going to leave her here? Tina’s heart started to race.“Sorvar—” The sharp blaze of heat that shot through her cut her off.“Tina, I don’t have time to play this game with you. I need to get to the bridge,” he growled.She stood paralysed for two seconds before she spun and stalked towards her bags on the floor, her hands clenched into fists and her lips pressed together. Her bags were still where Sorvar had dumped them when they first entered the ship.Game. He thought it was a fucking game. Tina barely controlled the growl that rolled up her throat. He’d learn soon enough that she had no intention of being some soft, sappy push-over.Tina dug through her bags with sharp jerky movements. It took her a few moments to dig out pants and a soft long sleeve tunic. She yanked underwear and soft slip on shoes out to complete her outfit.By the time she’d dressed, Sorvar was walking towards the door, his breastplate strapped on and his heavy boots buckled in place.
