“What are you doing here?” I whisper back. “Do you want Hank to neuter me?” Her snort is a ghost of sound. “He’s not going to neuter you.” “Oh, yes he is. He distinctly said he’d rip my balls off and feed them to me if I laid an untoward hand on you.” “Untoward?” She laughs at me. “Why, Mr. Darcy, how gallant of you to protect my honor.”
