Serena quirked a brow at him, suspicion dancing in her eyes, but before she could speak, Darius stepped forward and scooped her off the ground with practiced ease. Her gasp turned into a sharp shriek as her world tilted and she found herself slung over his shoulder like a sack of grain.
"Darius," she yelped.
She felt his grip tighten and then he laughed. Serena's face promptly heated up and she took in a deep breath and tried to remain as calm as possible.
"Put me down," she demanded, though her voice came out in a breathless huff.
"Alright," he said agreeably, and kept walking.
Serena pressed into his backside and lifted herself up slightly, the door was getting farther and farther away from them. She gave up trying to fight and resigned herself to the ridiculous position until, with an easy crouch, Darius set her gently onto the bed.
