*Castor*
I hate that she had gone through all that bother to look lovely for Brinsley. Hate that the man has the right to touch her, even if only innocently, to escort her with her hand resting on his arm. Hate that she is here now tormenting me with her presence. I am tired of the torment.
During the past few months, I have been forced to deal with rogues and cutthroats and have become quite skilled at defending myself when needed, but facing a woman scorned ... no, she isn't scorned, merely severely put out with me, and angry as a furie ... is a much more terrifying prospect. Or it might have been for a fellow who hadn't faced the dangers I have.
So I am not particularly frightened, but I am wary. She has changed since I last saw her. If she wrote a letter to the Alpha now, I suspect
