Julia didn't know whether she wanted to ram her elbow into his ribs or stomp on his foot. There was never a question in her mind about the necessity of violence or whether Marcellus deserved it: he knew the rules, and now he was going to have to pay for breaking them.
Except she wasn't prepared for the strength that she realized too late was superior as he tightened his grip around her. She stiffened immediately, going over her rudimentary self-defense training from ages back to decide which one would inflict the maximum damage possible. But before she could inflict hell on him for being so daring, he mumbled something against her shoulder that made her squint and frown.
"Why don't you like me?"
The question made her blink in incredulous shock, and she stayed motionless just long enoug
