“But how will Princess Wilson survive without your manly protection while you and I talk?” Gold rolled over his eyes. “I tell you what. She is over there and I’m here. Pick.” “It’s not that simple.” “Then I’ll pick for you.” Watch me walk away. “Is that a threat?” “No, that was a test and you failed it. Don’t follow me.” He grabbed my arm. I jerked back. “Do not follow me,” I snarled through my teeth. “Or I swear to God, I’ll get my sword and fucking stab you in the heart with it.”
