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Snippet Saturday – Tell It To The Hand

Character sass is this weeks theme and I had to grab my dictionary because sass is no a word commonly used in Oz. In fact, if it wasn't for movies and books I doubt I would have even had a clue what sass was. Talk to the hand I get so I had a pretty good idea of where to go but I wanted to be sure. It's times like these that I want to throw up my hands and scream "I DON'T SPEAK THE LANGUAGE!" Anyway, now that I'm armed with the true definition of the word I give you some character sass:-

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A flick of his wrist and the engine died. Sudden silence filled the car. Quinn hopped out and jogged around to help Rowan get her footing. The sight of her bare feet had him laughing.

"Forget something?" he asked as he slid one arm behind her back and the other under her knees.

"Put me down, Quinn. I can walk."

"You'll freeze your toes off on the snow. I'll put you down on the porch."

Why hadn't he noticed she'd left the cabin without shoes? His long strides ate up the ground, he took the steps two at a time and had just put her on her feet when the front door flew open and Brogan charged out to pull her into a hug, her toes dangling off the ground. He was about to suggest going inside when a voice broke the quiet.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the return of the prodigal bitch, alive and well."

The snarl he issued through his teeth was matched by Brogan. Taking a step forward, Quinn was stopped by a gentle touch on his arm.

"Hello, Marcus, I didn't see you there." Rowan's voice held no trace of animosity toward the man who'd destroyed so much of her life.

Marcus ignored her, turned his attention to Quinn. "Finally managed to leash the bitch I see."

Quinn saw red. He'd rip the man's throat out for referring to her in such a derogatory manner. The hand on his arm gripped harder, fingers and nails digging in to stop him. Rowan was right to stop him. He couldn't afford to do anything stupid, not before or after she made herself known to the council and the pack members. Reining in his anger, Quinn tried to remember who the better man was but with his coyote howling to take down the threat to his mate, it proved a difficult task. The sneer that curled Marcus's lips was almost his undoing.

"Or is it the big bad regal who's been leashed?"

Marcus didn't know when his life was in jeopardy but then Quinn had never believed the man had more than one active brain cell. And right now his mouth was using it.

"Weren't you leaving?" Brogan asked.

"Yes, I have better places to be than at a sickly sweet family reunion." Marcus pushed past, shouldering Quinn in the chest as he went.

Rowan's nails dug into his skin. "Don't," she whispered. "He's not worth it."