Please don’t tell me you mean to insult me by denying my company.” Blade couldn’t suppress the sharpness of his tone. He didn’t want to. What he wanted was to shake her until his cameo fell free from wherever she kept it hidden. No one, no one touched his cameo. This wench would pay handsomely for stealing it. Oh yes, handsomely. He ground his teeth as she skittered on her bottom away from him. “Didn’t your mama teach you good manners?” He gave his head a disgusted shake. “It’s condemnable not to give a man his respect.” The lass snorted at that, still putting distance between them. That is, until she backed into a pair of massive legs the size of tree trunks. Blade laughed to himself with the widening of her eyes. No chance for an escape now. “Maybe someone needs to teach you manners right and proper.” He smirked. Aye, he liked the sound of that. An image flashed into his mind of disciplining the naughty lass. But it faded just as quickly with the image of his precious cameo.
