Andera pov.
My breath caught in my throat.
His wife?! A possession to use and toll with, a thing to be ignored and resented?
That was it. I had given Thane far too much clemency than was necessary.
My palm connected to his face with a resounding slap. My fist reddened and tingled from the impact. Thane's head shot backwards, his gary eyes wide with shock as he absorbed what had just happened.
"You slapped me. " The words came out of him, low and dangerous.
"And I would slap you again if you think you can come into my company and insult me. " I spat. "Do you think I'm that woman who stood doe-eyed while you gave your father an earful about how you won't marry the.....what was the word you both used.....' defiled virgin"
Do you think your useless charms would work on me again,
