“And you’ll what?” she asked to the unfinished threat. “Attack me? Kill me? Ravish me?”
He glanced at her, strange golden eyes telling her that he had no idea what to make of that.
“What do you want?”
“To talk more, of course, Tom,” she said, pretending like it was the easiest thing in the world.
“We talked plenty,” he growled, voice low. He glanced toward the front door of the Forest.
“Your friends in there wouldn’t take too kindly to finding out you have talked to me, is that it?” she asked with a light laugh. “What would they say if I waltzed in there and told them everything you told me last night?”
He grimaced.
“I won’t let you.”
She moved towards the door, feinting to see what he would do, and he moved surprisingly fast to block her. She moved right; he moved left. He
