Bared To You
Not without consequences.
“Fine,” I sighed, my voice heavy with reluctant surrender. “Her name is Edwina. Edwina Jonas.”
The reaction was instantaneous. “Edwina Jonas?!” he bellowed, rising slightly in his seat. “Isn’t she Cyril Jonas’s youngest daughter? That rebel who almost killed Chief Williams’s son? That girl?!”
My jaw clenched. Anger flared hot in my chest, but I forced it into my words, low and dangerous. “That girl,” I said, each syllable deliberate, “is the woman I’ve chosen to be with. So I think you need to show her some respect.”