"What... the fuck... is the matter with you?" he asked slowly, his voice still vibrating, the fury still radiating and I blinked. 
 What? 
 I didn't do anything. 
 And I thought he should know that and not mistake it. 
 So I yelled it, leaning toward him and everything. 
 "I didn't do anything!" 
 He came at me, fast. I retreated, not as fast. I hit something, went into freefall and my bottom landed sideways in a chair, back to a cushioned armrest, legs over the other one. Knight leaned over me, one hand to the top back of the chair, one hand in the seat beside me, face an inch from mine. 
 God, God, God, he was scaring the hell out of me. 
 Why was he angry? At me! 
 "You put on that dress, didn't you?" he whispered and it was sinister. 
 "What?" I whispered back. 
 "You... do not... leave your house... dressed like that... without being on the arm of a man like me," he ground out on a terrifying staccato with scary pauses. 
 "A man like you?" I whispered. 
 "A man who'd shoot another man in the face he even looked at you. Yeah, Anya, a man... like... me." 
 He meant that. He meant that. Every word. God, he meant every word of that. 
 "Knight, you're scaring me." 
 "Good," he bit out. 
 Usually this kind of stories are not my thing, but because I trust KA with anything I went for it, and like always, she didn't disappoint. She gave me the perfect anti-hero. 
 And I really enjoyed it. Once I was able to give a blind eye for all of Knight's imperfections I was in love. And the heroine was the shit, and she really deserved every good thing he gave her. 
 I had one big problem though..... Daddy????? really? Like really? Really? Ughhhhhh