He pressed his hands on either side of my head, leaning down. His gaze slid over my bare skin like a caress. I knew that as much as he hated me, he liked how I looked. “You need to warm up.”“Well, well,” I murmured. “You’re as perceptive as you are pretty. Was it my frozen hair that gave it away? Take the bindings off me,” I rasped. “Or I will find a way to kill you with my mind.”“We’ve established that I can return from the dead.”“I will scourge you over and over,” I seethed. “And I will make it hurt.