“Now, you will address me with courtesy, or you will not address me at all. I am your king’s new queen, remember? And if you so much as fucking glance at my sister again, I’ll have you thrown off a roof.” Ezio’s eyes bulge as she suddenly steps closer to him, her hand jutting out and grabbing his collar in her fist. “I may even do it myself.” Okay. I’m impressed. And hard. What the fuck? Ezio’s face crumples, and suddenly, the man is honest-to-God crying.
