"Oh Granger", he said, reaching around to fist a handful of her hair, causing her to gasp in shock. He was touching her. Even if it wasn’t gentle. "That’s where you’re wrong", his words danced across her scarred ear as he leaned closer, pulling her face forward. "There’s nothing fragile or unmasculine about me", his voice was almost a growl. It was a threat. She knew this. But her body responded as if it were a promise.