She turns on a dime at the sound of his voice, and the sight of him makes her heart leap into her throat. For some reason, she thought maybe he'd never come back. But there he is, young and magnificent, and full piss and vinegar.

Fiona, quit staring, he asked you a question. She lifts her chin a little, a touch of that wildness showing in her eyes.

"Which is it? Dinner or the fights?"