She twisted around and launched herself at him. He grunted in surprise as she pinned him down, straddling his waist. “You’re an absolute bastard—” she seethed. In a blink he rolled her over until her back was pressed into the dirty ground, the melting ice soaking through her dress. She let out a shriek of frustration as she tried to reach up between them and claw at his face. He easily gathered both her wrists in one hand while he flattened the other on the ground next to her head to hold the brunt of his weight off her. “And you’re half wild,” he observed, a spark igniting in his golden eyes.
