“I should rip that from her neck,” he pointed at Tem’s necklace. Caspen immediately angled himself so that he was between her and Rowe, his body acting as a shield. “Only if you wish to lose your hand.” “The way you protect her…” Rowe’s nostrils flared. “…disgusting.” “Say one more word,” Caspen hissed, and Tem felt a chill rush down her spine. “And you will join your father.”
