Nadia
He looked down at me with his full height and mortally impassive blue eyes. A f*****g iceberg in my way.
"What is it, darling?" I snapped back, already feeling my blood pressure rising and my blood heating. Who the hell did this stranger think he was to interfere with where I went or didn’t go?
"You’re very far from home, Dyer. I’m not going to risk facing the witch of Grimwood if her precious granddaughter gets hurt. I know your grandmother’s reputation well."
Ah, so that was it. He knew the infamous Madame Dyer. My grandmother was extremely well known in the city, not that it meant anything good. Most feared her, despised her, admired her in silence, or felt a mix of all three at the same time.
Which made me wonder which one applied to him.
Either way, they loved taking out t
