WG

She may be five feet of fury, but the Inquisitor has never needed height to command a room—or put a blade to someone’s throat. Iron Bull finds her attitude entertaining. Her temper amusing. Her skill with a sword downright irresistible. What starts as relentless teasing soon becomes something neither of them is prepared for: a slow-burning attraction between the tiny Inquisitor and the towering Qunari who may have finally met the one woman capable of bringing him to his knees.