“Yes!” he snarled back at her. “You were supposed to turn me in. Anyone else would have!” He looked down at this short but powerful woman. At six feet tall, he stood at least a head taller than her, and over the past year, he had honed his Tokorellan frame into a sleek, muscular shape that he was proud of.
Leaning, as he did, toward the burly end of the physical build scale, he should have been able to hold her effortlessly, but she was like a wild creature, wriggling and unpredictable.
“One thing I remember about you, Tokorellan, is that your mother taught you never to hurt a woman,” Linsora went so far as to say, cocking a brow tauntingly. “Is that why we stand here in a stalemate of power?”
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