Ravensblood Forest and iron filling her lungs

A warmth thrills her, with the way her draws back and looks at her. 
A warmth she immediately not only doesn't want, but hates. She didn't want to feel. Didn't need it. And she sure as fuck didn't want or need anyone feeling anything for her. The sensation was alien and uncomfortable, and did little more than confuse and frustrate her. 
She didn't meet his gaze, and his offer to continue was met with a cold, "That's quite sufficient, thank you." She takes a deep breath, collecting herself and willing away the dizzying sensation. 
"You are mine. As much as I am yours. Our hearts beat with the same blood." She moved stiffly away from him, the adrenaline rush wearing off, suddenly tired from the fight.