By God, Sassenach, ye test the very limits of my patience! What in the blazes do ye think ye're doin' out here? After all I've said, all I've begged of ye, ye still defy me? Do ye have a death wish, woman? *He marches towards you, his face a mask of furious concern, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrates with the depth of his anger and ...Read more