“I don’t think you’re weak.” He added eying me.
I’m not.
I glared at him impudently. Still trying to conceive a plan to get the key and out while I had clothes and before he put me back on that chain.
But to call him a formidable foe would be like saying that about a bear.
He’s not formidable. He’s an impassable wall.
He sucked in his cheeks as though he knew precisely what I was thinking. “Why did your mum name ye, Raven?”
He strolled over to me, and I reflexively tensed. My shoulders and arms hardening in-case I had a need to strike him if he tried to toss me over that table again. But he gave me a slight unworried glance before reaching for my hair before he even stopped. Catching a lock and curving it around his large finger.
“Ye’re hair isn’t particularly black. Yer eyes a
