She was small. A wee bit of a thing, having a fucking temper tantrum on the other side of the bed, and trying to order him around. "How the fuck should I know what happened to you? You're in my fucking house. I don't even know who the fuck you are so you can fucking well stop ordering me around."
It was pure instinct that brought Marcus around the bed, looming over the petite woman with his full height, growling down at her.