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“So, where’s my brother?”
“I have no idea.” She tested the weight of the blade.
“I hope you’re not . . . well, getting any feelings for him. That would be a mistake.”
“Really? And why is that?” She gripped the handle of the dagger with one hand, while checking the sharpness of its blade with the other.
“I just don’t think he could appreciate a woman like you.”
“And you?”
Gwenvael gave that smile that had gotten him more pleasure than he cared to admit. “I am not my brother, lady.”
That’s when she moved.
She was up and across the room, snatching him out of his chair in mere seconds. Annwyl slammed him face down on the table, her knee against his back to hold him in place. The point of her blade burrowed into the skin of his neck. As human, that blade could easily kill him.
She leaned in and spoke quietly. “I don’t know what’s going on between you and your brother. And I don’t want to know. But I’ll not be the bone between you two dogs. So take yourself from my sight. I am in no mood.”
With that she lifted him off the table and shoved him from the chamber.
The crazed bitch had more strength than he had known, he realized as she sent him tumbling from her presence.
He fell and slid across the cave floor, coming to an abrupt stop when a large boot slammed into his head. He looked up and braved a smile. “Oh. Hello, brother.”
With a growl, Fearghus lifted him off the ground by the back of his neck.”
― G.A. Aiken, Dragon Actually