I am no Lady, and my tongue is still none of your concern.” “Are you sure?” he asked with a tilt of his head. “I am sure I could find a much better use for it.” Scarlett’s eyes narrowed at him as he took another step closer. “No, you most certainly are not a Lady,” he said, crouching before her. “But it begs the question then, doesn’t it?” “What question?” she snapped. “Who are you?”
