She faltered behind him and bumped into him for a moment. He paused in a dark corner of the pub. "What in the name of heaven are you wearing, are you out of your mind, Kira?"

She grabbed her arm from his fist, roaring violently, "And what do you have to do with what I'm wearing here, and do you think that you are my guardian or my beloved because of those kisses you stole from me?!!"

"I'll take you home, you'll change your clothes and knot your hair and then I'll take you back here," he commanded, gently pulling her hair, curling it with his fist, groping his silky...