"The Sloan Family... I left their son half-dead. And you? How do you think I'll punish you?" Ronan Winters rose to his feet and slowly approached Seraphina Sterling. At six feet tall, his frame instantly enveloped her.
"With your fingers? Your toes? Or your eyes?" He reached out and took a strand of her hair, twisting it around his finger as he leaned close to her ear. "Or perhaps—your body."
Logan Grant's heart seized. 'This man is trouble! What are we going to do? We're on his turf!'
Seraphina Sterling fought to control her racing heart, forcing her breathing to even out. "I believe we should be discussing my friend's situation."
Ronan Winters froze for a second, then burst out laughing and turned to sit back down on the sofa. "You've got guts! More than any woman I've met before, at least!" With a wave of his hand, two large men brought Genevieve Churchill forward.
