[Donâs nostrils flared at the mention of Doctor McCoy. That asshole. This asshole. Jesus, she was going to kill someone.] That better not be a threat, Mister Anderly.Â
So isten to me you smug little shit, [she grabbed the collar of his shirt, yanking him closer,] Iâm not asking for anything. If itâs locked, itâs goddamn locked, and I demand you put whatever you stole back in its place. I donât think thatâs very hard to understand now, is it?
I don't threaten Miss Porter. I don't usually have to because it is something simply known. Now,As much as this has amused me I must insist,
[ Lee counter grabbed her hand and twisted it away from his person making her let go of his shirt. His smile no longer reached his eyes as he stared her down like a predator would its prey.]
Look elsewhere for your thief, the notion of getting into your things was a novelty that wore off very fast and holds no interest for me. [He let go of her hand with a slight shove to repel both of them backward so he could regain a bit of space between them.]













