She grabbed wildly at Nash’s mind, caught hold of it, lost…

““She grabbed wildly at Nash’s mind, caught hold of it, lost it again; and decided in a fit of temper that she would fall unconscious before she kissed this man. Then, quite suddenly, Nash’s hand was wrenched from her throat by a new person she recognized. She took a great, relieved breath and pulled herself up by the windowpane. Brigan’s voice was dangerously calm. “Musa, give us the room.” The guard vanished. Brigan took a handful of Nash’s shirtfront and shoved him hard against the wall. “Look at what you’re doing,” Brigan spat. “Clear your mind!” “Forgive me,” Nash said, sounding genuinely aghast. “I lost my head. Forgive me, Lady.” Nash tried to turn his face to Fire, but Brigan’s fist tightened around his collar and pressed against his throat to stop him. “If she’s going to be unsafe here I’ll take her away this instant. She’ll come south with me, do you understand?” “All right,” Nash said. “All right.” “It’s not all right. This is her bedchamber. Rocks, Nash! Why are you even here?” “All right,” Nash said, pushing at Brigan’s fist with his hands. “Enough. I see I was wrong. When I look at her, I lose my head.” Brigan dropped his fist from his brother’s neck. Took a step back and rubbed his face with his hands. “Then don’t look at her,” he said tiredly.””

— Kristin Cashore