Alistair’s jaw tightened. The scar on his cheek stood out, stark and white. He walked toward her, his limp pronounced now that the fury had drained from him. He stopped inches away, invading her space, forcing her to look up at him.
“Do not insult me,” Alistair said, his voice a low, rough rasp. “And do not insult yourself. I did not buy continue reading …
