“Since we’re airing our grievances: it kills me watching you seduce other men.” “Because it’s cruel. Got it.” She turned away, heading toward the writing desk, which was the furthest point away from the hall. He grabbed her wrist, stopping her. “Not because of that.” Rune glanced back at him. “Watching you flirt with them makes me…” He made a sound low in his throat. “It makes want to go to the shooting range and fire off a hundred rounds, imagining I’m firing at them.”
