Bab 70: Sixty Eight

  "I came here to claim you."

  Sansa blinked at him. "Claim me? You've got to be fucking kidding."

  Before James could process what she said she threw the empty glass in her hand at him, James ducked but When he stood tall again, it was to see another stool coming at him. He caught that one, using it as a shield against the next stool. Then she was racing out of the room.

  Before she could escape from the house, James dashed after her. But she didn't open the front door. She reached behind the rack of coats in the hallway, pulled out a baseball bat, turned sharply, and swung it at his head. Motherfucker. He jumped backward, barely avoiding it. "Dammit, Sansa !