Page 167 of Sins of the Heart
Time would offer another opportunity, a different
opportunity. And like any smart survivor, she just
needed to recognize the driftwood and grab it fast when
it floated her way.
The soul reaper stepped forward. Too close. If she
breathed deeply, her breasts would brush his chest,
obliterating the safe zone between them.
She felt like sheknewhim. After so many nights
spent in his dream embrace, she felt like her body recognized him. And her soul.
The direction of her thoughts sent every alarm bell
she had clanging.
“If you’re so concerned about the right of a soul to
be judged, tell me what you know,” he murmured.
“That’s a pretty sweeping request.” She gave the
position of her knife a final adjustment, though it didn’t
need it, took a step back and lifted her head. “I know
lots of things. A great recipe for apple cobbler. How to
ride a Segway. I’m still mastering Twitter, but I’ll
gladly tell you the basics.”
If his stone-faced silence was any indication, he
wasn’t amused.
“What did Frank Marin tell you?” He used his size
to crowd her. She held her ground.
“Sack of shit told me a fuckload of nothing, except
the name Krayl.” She stared him down. “But that’s not
much help to you, is it, Dagan Krayl?”
“Was Marin working for the Setnakhts?”
“If you already know the answers, why are you asking the questions?”
He crowded her a little more, until there wasn’t even
air between them.
