"You are hurting me,"she said, disapproving of his aggressive behaviour. "And stop cursing Father Osburn, he only accompanied me in the library when I was reading alone. Nothing happened between us!"
However Romeo was unmoving, his grip on her hair tightened, his other hand pinned her wrists up and brought his face close to hers. "You want me to believe this? You are fucking reeking of his scent."
"Excuse me," she looks into his eyes boldly, not getting scared of him. "I thought all the priests here practise celibacy, so how can you claim that I have Father Osburn's lingering on my body?"
"He's not the priest of the Selene Grandeur temple. He's not part of us. He's not the kind of person you are thinking he is," Romeo growled, unable to suppress his anger and possessiveness over her.