Chapter 13Amy slowly clenched and unclenched her hands. “The only business I seem to recall,” she answered Marcel, “was my promise to tear your throat out if you came here again.”
“Yes, it was quite descriptive,” he agreed. “A shame—I was told your English pubs prided themselves on their hospitality.”
Amy leaned forward, glaring at him. “Hospitality is for those who deserve it.” Her voice dropped to a harsh whisper. “I know what you did in France. I know what you did to Amélie. I know what you’ve tried to do here. You may have managed to dodge the blame for your crimes, but that doesn’t mean you’re innocent.”
Marcel let out a surprisingly delighted laugh. “I haven’t tried. I have succeeded. That is what separates a true alpha from someone who simply pretends to the name.” His smile was
