Page 171 of Sins of the Heart

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What was he doing with her mother’s pendant?

Where had he found it? How had he found it?

No sense asking. If he had answers, he wouldn’t be

here firing questions.

She forced herself to shrug, her brows rising in

mocking query. “Since it’s hanging around your neck,

I’d guess it’s…yours?”

Something flickered in his gaze, something hot

enough to singe.

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“Evidence suggests the owner is dead.” His voice

was low, the words harsh. They hit her like bullets, tearing through her defenses.

Dead.

Her mother was dead.

Evidence suggests—suggests,not conclusively

proves.She latched on to that, preferring—needing—

to think that maybe he was wrong.

He was studying her responses, watching her, judging her, leaving her feeling bare and vulnerable. Not a

place she liked to be. She fired off her last defense.

“Fuck off.”

“That mouth again,” he murmured.

Before she could come up with even a lame reply,

he closed his fingers around her upper arm and dragged

her up against him. She wasn’t sure if he wanted to kiss

her or kill her, or maybe do both, but she was left with

absolutely no doubt that she roused some sort of passion in his cold reaper’s heart.

His lips compressed in a hard line and his eyes narrowed.

But not in threat.

Something else.

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