Anger surges through me as I scramble to my feet, leap over my sleeping bag and plant myself in front of Wolfe, with legs spread and hands on hips.
"You can't force me to become Warlord!" I snap at him.
The whole idea is absurd. Me? Warlord? Ha! It's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. I don't know where Wolfe got such a terrible idea, but I'm going to set him straight if I have to bash the idea right out of his head.
When he just continues to sit on his ass, gazing steadily ahead, chewing on his piece of deer jerky I growl at him, "You think you can force me to stay and be Warlord? You're wrong, I will find a way to leave the Santa Fe Sanctuary."
His eyes travel slowly up my legs, linger on my hips, move up to my breasts and finally settle on my face.
"You won't be leaving. If you
