““There's no need to play the villain from the opera." "You'll endure my distasteful caresses but won't let me take your cloak? Seems a little silly." She stopped backing away, purely because she bumped into the stone wall behind her. Her eyes flared gold with anger. "Don't mock me." "Why not?" he asked lazily. He reached to release the ties at her throat. She pressed into the wall in a futile attempt to escape. "I don't like it." "You'll get used to it." His hands brushed along her shoulders, feeling trembling tension beneath the saturated wool.””
