She knew that. Throwing a 'hissy' as he called it never got her anywhere. Pouting, that was what worked for her, but only with Bobby. She'd had to fight for everything else. So now? Did she have to fight?
She looked over her slim shoulder at him, her eyes dark as she frowned. "I don't think you're suggesting about a fight to the death, are you?" Her voice wavered, but her muscles tensed. If things were going to get physical, she was going to be a lot more of a hellcat than she ever was with Robert. She didn't want to be forced to do anything by whoever had them in here.