"Hello, pretty damsel," the stranger's voice stretched through the open door and into the house. Her brows narrowed, and her eyes darkened instantly at the sight of the grinning stranger at her door.
Her gaze swept over the man—only a few inches taller than herself—her hold on the door tightening. "Can I be of any assistance to you?" she asked, her tone measured.
"Oh, certainly, my dear." He slid one foot through the doorway.
"I believe you will be of great assistance to me." His grin widened. "Especially after we rid you of those clothes."
That was all the confirmation she needed. She shoved the door to close it—but his leg held firm, and he pushed back.
Damaris' eyes instantly flicked about the room. "Looking for something, princess?" the man snickered as he stepped inside, making his way toward her.
"You have no notion of who you are dealing with, I will carve your heart out before you so much as touch me!" she warned and it only made him laugh harder.
