The angry swan honked again, leaping off the ground in a flurry of wings. “Fucking dead piece of shit!” James raged, kicking at the bird. Rosalie stepped back a few more paces, watching with wide eyes as the lord battled the swan, landing one more kick as it fluttered away and splashed into the lake. James stood at the water’s edge, chest heaving. He spun around. “I fucking hate swans!” He stormed back over to her, snatching her hand.
