“You’ll pay for that,” he said, getting up quickly.

He ran towards me, fist outstretched. I barely blinked as I caught his fist, and squeezed, not heeding the magnitude of my grip.

His face contorted into an expression of pain, and he backpedaled furiously.

“What the heck?” he breathed, wringing a very red hand of his and blowing on his bruised knuckles.

“I said it before, and I’ll say it again…you have no idea who you’re dealing with,” I said slowly, letting my voice remain quiet.

“You’ll get away now if you know what’s good for your ruined hide, thief,” I said, clenching my fist in anger.

He looked slightly startled at my outburst, but then a cocky smile spread across his face.

“Come, come, now,” he joked, gray eyes twinkling. “Such an attitude is not becoming of a lady your age.”

“Little one, you know nothing about my age,” I rumbled, closing my eyes in an attempt to vanish him from my vision.

“Leave before I shred you.”

I expected him to go – but instead, he did something else…