She couldn’t help but bristle as she gritted her teeth. Dammit, did she not just say there wasn’t a need to beat about the bush? Was that not a saying British people understood? The surge of fury that had bloomed in her chest was still simmering, settling across her skin as she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Leaning forward she locked eyes with him. He looked earnest but that made her bristle even more. He had no idea what she went through, but here he came supposedly wanting something to do with her, and Avery was supposed to just let him?
“I don’t know you or your brother from Adam,” She scowled, her drawl intensifying as her annoyance compounded. “Aside from the fact that he wants nothin’ to do with me or Marigold, but you seem to care about her, you’ll need to spell it out for me.” And he’d better make it quick. If she had her wand in her hand, it would be letting off sparks. “What do you want?”
“I don’t know you or your brother from Adam,” She scowled, her drawl intensifying as her annoyance compounded. “Aside from the fact that he wants nothin’ to do with me or Marigold, but you seem to care about her, you’ll need to spell it out for me.” And he’d better make it quick. If she had her wand in her hand, it would be letting off sparks. “What do you want?”
