‘Rosalind!’ Norris panted, jerking back in his chair as if she might be coming for him next. She didn’t seem to hear any of us. ‘Don’t you dare.’ Her voice had gone low and hoarse, the words spat into Halbert’s face as he dazedly prodded his reddening cheek. Her hands had balled into white-knuckled fists. ‘Don’t you dare call my daughter a fae whore ever again, you fucking swine.’
