She wondered over what she saw. Bram was a warrior and Saber a farmer. Why hadn’t he gone back at Saber?
Saber turned, his glare having deepened to anger, and he walked toward her.
“I do not need your help and—oh!” she gasped as Saber grabbed her arm.
He forced her to walk so rapidly to the cottage that her feet barely skimmed the ground. When he reached the door, he kicked it open, shoved her inside, then followed her in and slammed the door shut.