Page 158 of Sins of the Heart
He shifted his weight and winced. “You stabbed
me.”
No shit, Sherlock.She shrugged. “You grabbed me.”
One side of his mouth moved in the barest hint of a
smile. “I wasn’t questioning the appropriateness of the
action, but rather the fact that you succeeded.”
There was that.
Her own lips twitched before she squelched even the
hint of humor. She shouldn’t give a flying flip that
reaper boy seemed to have a bit of respect for her knife
work, despite the fact that it’d been him she was carving.
“It’s a gift.”
His smile widened until she saw a flash of white
teeth. Heart pounding, she stared, taken aback. He
looked exactly as she recalled. Exactly the way he
looked in her dreams.
Mmm-hmm, he wasfine.
Beautiful in the way of a weapon, honed and sleek
and deadly.
And she had a liking for weapons.Damn.
“Run, and I’ll catch you.” He loosened his grip
enough that she could pull free, and she took her time
rubbing first one wrist and then the other. “Make me
chase you, and I’ll be—” his voice dropped to a menacing rasp “—unhappy.”
I’ll bet.
Reaching down, he pulled her knife out of his thigh.
A little fountain of blood surged. He made a sound of
irritation, ripped the hem off his T-shirt and then ripped
that in half again. One part he folded with meticulous
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