He laughs, a low roll of mirth.
"My horse? No... he definitely is not my type. Nor are the Hounds, although I do know a few females that would not be daunted by the idea."
He leans close, invading her space as she has his. Soon her back is against the opposite wall. "I don't think you would bow to any man. I like my women to cater to my wishes."
He draws a finger along her cheek, watching the anger at his dominance burn in her eyes. "You don't like this... do you?"
Before she can make a sound, Keon is back against the opposite wall.
By the way... call me Thorn."
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