Pushing and Pulling

Nazneen found her face close to Ares's, and his emerald eyes pierced into hers. His bruised face was stern, and his jaw clenched as he towered over her, asking her to repeat what she said. She knew she had upset him, but she didn't care. 

"Say that again!" he threatened, and she felt her blood boil with rage. She had a sudden urge to push him away and just yell at him to go. Just leave! She didn't want him here, nor did she  need him. 

"I said.." she began between clenched teeth. "I don't need fragile humans around. It is distracting." 

He yanked her even closer, his breath and scent now a distraction. "Fragile?"

"What else should I call you?" She spat, angry at herself for being distracted and wanting to take back her words. But she had already gone too far. She couldn't back down now. "You might not be fragile for a human, but you are among dragons now, and I can't be busy saving you."

"Then don't!" He bit out.