"You don't understand this, do you?" Logan asked, his voice was stern, he wiped his lips with the back of his hand, as if he was disgusted with the fact that he had kissed Rose.
His gesture hurt her. She felt like she was being insulted. "What should I understand?" She gritted her teeth, being defensive.
Logan opened his mouth, but then he closed it again, his jaw thickened and Rose could see his bulging veins on his forehead. He was angry, but instead of lashing out at her like most men did, he simply walked away from the room.
Rose had readied herself for the worst, but it didn't happen. He didn't yell at her, but it didn't make him any better than other man.
And now, she was sitting alone in her bed, naked, humiliated, just because she showed no enthusiasm for the mated procession.