"Your arrogance is enough to make me want to throw up." It took every ounce of self-control she had not to laugh. The beast was far too charming for his own good. "Your American colloquialisms are very colorful, little one." She threw another branch, and then followed it up with a small rock. "Someone needs to teach you the lesson of a lifetime." She looked like a beautiful little spitfire, all sparks and flame. Mikhail drew in his breath slowly, carefully. She was his, all fire and fury, all independence and courage, all heated passion. She melted his heart with it, entered his soul with her soft laughter. He felt it in her mind, although she was being extremely careful not to allow him to see it. "And you think you are the one to do this thing?" he teased. Another rock came flying at his chest. He caught it easily, and deliberately polished it before dropping it to the forest floor, all the while his dark eyes holding her gaze captive."