She pointed the dagger straight at him. "Do you have any idea how badly it would hurt my husband if you let that bastard kill me?!"
When Leofric had nowhere left to run, he suddenly leapt onto the top of a bookshelf. He chuckled slightly, knowing full well Primrose wouldn't be able to chase him up there.
"Calm down, Primrose!" Leofric called down, crouching easily on the narrow wooden beam as if it were solid ground. "If I wanted you dead, you'd already be lying in a pool of your own blood right now."
"That's not helping your case! And don't you dare call my name like that!" Primrose snapped, still aiming the dagger at him. Her rage hadn't cooled in the slightest. "Get down here and explain yourself before I throw something sharp at your smug face!"
