
“What are you bloody staring at?”
“Some bratty kid with an eyepatch.”

“And just who are you to call me that?!”
The Earl didn’t even flinch. “Is that supposed to be a threat?” he teased, his eyes then focusing on the metal arm...
She half-growled at him, her metal fist rising in front of her, clenched. “You should be damned grateful you’re a...