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shoving them against a wall.
It took him by surprise, though in hindsight he should
have known it was coming. If not then, eventually. He must
have pressed the wrong button, or the same button one too
many times. Aveline had put up with his antagonistic jests for
long enough — longer than he’d initially expected — that
Garrett had let himself be lulled into a false sense of peace
She was, he thought, as fearsome as an ornery lionness.
He had been chased by dogs whose snarls were less intimi-
dating than the look she was giving him. Garrett tried to hide
the shock Aveline had given him when she’d turned on him
and pressed him to the wall; but it would be hard to miss the
glint of alarm that had flashed in his amber eyes.
He should have backtracked, apologized for whatever
slight had brought this down on him; but the rogue did not
take kindly to physical threats. He resented her for drawing
such a reaction out of him; and perhaps, underneath his
tangible conscience, he worried what the consequences
might be, if Aveline were to get the idea that he could be so
“Did I touch a nerve?” he sneered.