I stared down at the man before me. So massive and strong yet kneeling at my feet. “They made you mad,” I whispered. “They make me want to find every man who’s laid a finger on you and remove their organs one by one,” Puck gritted out. His fury blasted off him in fiery waves I could feel. It was like it was a living, breathing thing. “I don’t want you to have that kind of hate. I don’t want it to turn you.”
