Chapter 50 What'd She Do?
- Don’t own- Growling low in his throat, Disseus tossed down the stick he’d been stirring the kindling with. To stalk to her and tower over her.
- “I am not afraid of you.” Nim lifted a haughty brow. Unmoved by his show of temper.
- “Perhaps you should be.” His fists tightened and his lips thinned as he glowered venomously at her.