"Stand and yield, she called out, her voice far steadier than her hands. For I cannot allow you to pass. Bannor's crooked grin was somehow more intimidating than a snarl. 'Twould have been far easier to despise him if he'd been cursed with horns and a tail instead of twinkling blue eyes and a dimple in his jaw. What would you have me yield, my lady? My sword or my heart?-willow&bannor-"