“You look as if you’ve seen the dead rise, my raven.” Edward’s one hand held tightly to Jaime’s wrist. “But I suppose you’re not accustomed to having someone come back and haunt you.”
She felt the shiver race through her, and Jaime clenched her teeth to keep them from chattering. But her eyes, riveted to his face, convinced her that Edward Howard was alive... and then a different kind of fear took hold of her. A patch of matted and b****y hair at the side of his head told of her failed effort to kill him before.
Edward’s hand grabbed Jaime roughly by the hair, and with unleashed ferocity, he slammed her hard against the wall. She gasped for breath, sure that her teeth had come loose with the blow. He pressed his forearm against her chest, leaning all of his weight on her.
“Aren’t you wo
