Gold Ring of Betrayal

Because something altered in his eyes, the anger darkening into something much more dangerous: a taste for the battle-not this mental battle whereby she was daring to defy him, or even the one involving a silly pair of secateurs that he could take from her with ease if he so wanted to, but a far more complicated one which set the tiny muscles deep down in her stomach pulsing, set her heart racing.
'Taking me on, cara?'