Theon moved so quickly, Tessa jumped, coffee sloshing out of the mug and onto her pants. He was standing over her, his hands braced on the armrests on either side of her. He plucked her mug from her hand and set it on the table before returning his entire attention to her. “Gods, Theon,” Tessa snarled, bringing her hand to her chest. “What the fuck?” “This behavior is exactly what cannot continue, Tessa,” he said, and she stilled at his dark tone. “I have tried to give you time to adjust to this. I have let you have your temper tantrums and—” “Temper tantrums?” Tessa repeated indignantly,
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