Herbalists' Cache lady of the hour [m]

at once it changed from rough flirtation to something seething and dark. the way the man grabbed for her nape incensed mireille, who sensed then that he meant to possess her in a way she did not want.
her snarl grew toward steel. he was far larger than her, but she had fought the man who had followed her sister. for now, she remained without fear, biting in truth for his face as her heart started to pound.
men! the audacity! 
now she wanted his submission.