“For such a big, scary beastie, you’re kinda tame, Roary,” she said lightly, then turned her back on me, insulting me with that single move and making my resolve crumble to dust. The Fae in me roared alongside my Lion and every barrier in my head that held me back from her fell down at once. She strode away from me toward the trees and I lunged after her, locking the crook of my arm around her throat and yanking her back against my chest. “This what you want?” I growled in her ear.
yes
