Chapter 417

Claire's throat burned, but her anger overpowered the pain. She hurled every vicious word she could think of at Hanson like sharp knives thrown in the dark. Cussing wasn't enough—her body refused to play nice either. She kicked out wildly, landing a few hits, not caring where they stuck. As long as she made contact, it was a win in her book. But Hanson wasn't just gonna stand there and take it. In a blink, he regained control, frowning slightly as he clamped down on her flailing legs. "What, can't get enough of kicking now?" Why wouldn't she? Facing a madman like him—she'd be happy if she made him limp for life. So when her hand flew across his face, even Claire didn't expect it to really land. But it did. Hanson's face snapped to the side, a red mark forming across his sharp cheekbones, eyes dark and slightly stunned. Clearly not learning her lesson, Claire went in for another slap. But this time, Hanson was ready. The second her hand rose, he grabbed her wrist tightly. "Miss Fields,