Andera pov.

My breath caught in my throat.

His wife?! A possession to use and toll with, a thing to be ignored and resented?

That was it. I had given Thane far too much clemency than was necessary.

My palm connected to his face with a resounding slap. My fist reddened and tingled from the impact. Thane's head shot backwards, his gray eyes wide with shock as he absorbed what had just happened.

"You slapped me. " The words came out of him, low and dangerous. 

"And I ...