"You would bring another warrior's blood into my home."
It was not a question. Not even a threat. It was a promise of murder. His voice, even the way he leaned into her, was different. She looked up into the eyes of a crazy man. His hand closed around her neck.
He leaned down even more until she felt his lips move against her ear. "Do you have any idea what Zyrgins do to strange blood in their dwellings?"
"I sense I don't really want to."
He nipped her ear and this time it was not a caress. "I'd slaughter it. I'd slaughter it and throw it off a cliff."
"I would never allow you to harm a child. Never." Julia pushed at his hand around her throat. He didn't hurt her but the threat was clear. "Let me go and go away. I can't look at you now."
"You do not bring strange blood into this dwelling."
What did he think? She would run out, grab a baby, and bring it back here while his back was turned?