¬ Fashire
The rage that detonated in my chest was white-hot and immediate.
"Do not—"
'Do not what?'
I stilled.
I couldn't believe I had been about to say that rubbish.
Any idiot would use that to think I actually cared about her.
That was outrageous.
I was merely annoyed she was actually using that sinister woman to threaten me.
But to call her a brood mare?
'Damn it. Why should this even matter?'
That woman was destroying me and here I was annoyed at some petulant insult.
"Do not what?" Dana asked.
I grimaced, forcing down the rage I felt.
"Never threaten me with that woman ever again," I warned.
Dana's lips thinned with a frown.
"And you speak of her as though a release is a possibility," I said quietly. "It is not."
"Everything is a possibility, brother." Dana sat back. "Surely you know that better than anyone."
