“I heard you say I was yours.” She ignored the way the words curled through her, narrowing her gaze as the women watching vibrated with excitement. He was performing, and she didn’t like it. “The blows to the head addled your brain then, because I said nothing of the sort.” “No?” “No. I said your fight was mine.” “And if I told you that I was all fight?” A little sigh came from beyond, and Grace ignored it. Ignored, too, the way the words wanted her sigh, as well.
