“I don’t give a damn what you do here,” I seethe, finding courage from deep down. “But if you don’t let me go so I can swim to land, I’ll end you.” The corner of his mouth quirks up and if I didn’t want to drive the sword right through the middle of him, I’d think he was almost handsome. He throws his arms wide, displaying the wide breadth of his chest. “Then end me, darling. I’m not going to fight you.”
