““I know I just met you, Susan,” Ravyn whispered against her ear. “But I think I love you.” She froze her hand on the latch as a wave of anger went through her. Instead of warming her, those words went over her like ice. Looking at him over her shoulder, she glared at him. “You think ? You think you love me? You don’t know ?” His face baffled, he scowled at her. “Why are you so angry? I’m trying to die here… for you . Nobly.” “Then you should have just dropped dead and not opened your mouth to piss me of. You think ? Think? What is that?””
