“You'll yet find happiness."
A twang of anger snapped within her at his words.
"Shut your trap, highness, or I'll bloody well shut it for you!" She lunged forward and grabbed the front of his shirt. Her fingers itched for- for what? A weapon.
She berated herself for her violent state of mind.
Hands still fisted in his shirt, Justice felt their trembling and prayed he did not.
Jonathan glanced down at her hands, face impassive, then returned his eyes to her face. When Justice finally gave in and lifted her gaze, her vision blurred at the empathy written in his eyes.”