Playing With Fire

Beatrix allowed me to take her right back to her tower. She walked at my side with her head down, like a child about to be scolded.

As soon as we were inside and in the safety of her home, I spun her around and pressed her against the wall to the same position we had been in at the mating mixer.

"You're playing with fire, sweetheart. When you walked into that room looking like another woman, and