Sonje by Sie!
One hand on the rail, one hand on her forehead as she fought back a splitting headache—too many thoughts, too much chaos, too much at once. She'd reached the seventh or eighth step before a searing pain started on either side of her legs, and she howled in pain, whirling to face her attacker with a snarl. Temeraire had completely lost it, buried so deep into his anger that Sonje felt no amount of words could dig him out. Her only consideration would be to incapacitate him and make him listen; but she hadn't thought of this soon enough (in fact, it still hadn't even properly crossed her mind) and she was struggling to merely defend herself, let alone go on the offensive.
Sonje wasn't usually so clumsy, but then again, her mate wasn't usually trying to kill her. She'd taken to her knees on the steps, gritting her teeth as blood began a steady flow down each thigh. The same time to made to still get upstairs, she felt him move beneath her, and she barely had time to turn and brace herself before he was on top of her again. She was screaming, thrashing. Stop, Temeraire! Stop! STOP!
Hysterically she tried to control her spinning emotions and the fear that was not directed towards her own life.
And even as she struggled beneath his overbearing weight, a body she'd once loathed to be without, she found that she couldn't find in herself the will to hurt him or struggle hard enough. Adrenaline fled through her veins, but it wouldn't apply itself, for some reason, to anything but making her heart pump unbearably fast. He finally had her pinned on the stairs, containing her forearms and trapping her slender legs between his. He straddled her, but dared not get close enough to her tear-stricken face, as her teeth were borne viciously at him, threatening to bite. I don't want your fucking book!
she snarled. Get off!
Before he could cause more real damage, she jerked both knees up forcibly, aiming to nail him in the groin and free herself long enough to get up the steps. Viper, her dagger, was up there. She could at the very least keep him at bay with it. Fuck the book and everything it had once meant to her: Immortality. The greatest, most unearthly riches. Fantasy after fantasy for anyone as selfish as her. But that had all been before she'd gotten to know Teme... before she'd fallen in love with him. How could he do this? How could he toss everything away like this?
And then she remembered that his whole life had been dedicated to that book, when she'd only been given a short while. A few months was all it had took for her to get in—and it was all backfiring now. Tears flowed freely now, having never imagined being in love... and then having to fight said loved one like this.