Hazel pushed the door open fully and stepped back inside, holding a lamp high so
that it could I'll ruminate the room. Oliver came to his feet and crouched
low, growling. She had to leave. She just had to.
Hazel jumped and placed a hand to her chest. " Havers! Ye frightened me.
Good. She should be frightened of a feral wolf. If not, the woman was simply
daft. And that was one thing he'd never assumed about her. She may be
annoying as the devil, but she was completely sane.
Hazel bent at the waist and placed her lamp on the floor, then took a step toward
him. He growled low in his throat.
"Will you stop making that noise? she snapped. "I simply want to take a look at you.
I will not do anything you don't want me to do."
Oliver growled again. He didn't want to keep her from doing
