His hand covered your mouth, pushing you against the wall as he closed his eyes. You saw his ear twitch, as if he heard something beyond just the footsteps outside of the door.

Javier’s eyes were glaring daggers into your own, he was very clearly pissed to be in this situation at all. He despised you. The cabin you two were huddled in was freezing cold, broken down, and probably a hazard.

He let out a low, soft, growl before looking back up at you. “Maldita sea.” He muttered. “Lips shut.”