“She’s married,” Holland announced. “Happily so.” Golden-brown hair brushed the pattern along his jaw as he dipped his head. “Is that so?” he asked, the silver flecks in his swirling eyes brightening. “How happily?” There was something about his voice. It had lowered and smoothed, yet it sounded like a whisper and a yell at the same— Mother. Fucker. My nails dug into my palms as I smiled up at him. “Happily enough to rip your dick off.”
