"Don't you dare ask me if I'm angry with you," he roared.
She guessed she had her answer. The man was angry, and that was that. God's truth, her ears were going to ring for a week. "You needn't shout at me," she said. "And I was only going to ask if Mary could—"
"Don't bother me with your sister's problems," he ordered. He softened his voice when he added, "Your family is always welcome to visit."
A visit wasn't exactly what she had in mind, but she decided she'd bothered him enough for one day.
"Your moods are most difficult to judge," she remarked when they'd returned to the wall and he had assisted her to the ground.
"Alaric?"
"What now?"
"I think I'll use every day of the two weeks you've given me before I wear your plaid. Perhaps you'll use that time to learn to... to care for
