would have cleared things up nicely.”
What did she imagine was the basis for her righteous indignation? He’d had his hand burned off for
her. Why the hell was she looking at him likehe’d
done something wrong?
“Right, then,” Alastor broke in. “You two done?”
“Not quite,” Dagan growled at the same instant
Roxy said, “Not hardly.”
“Location’s a bit dodgy. Perhaps we could adjourn
to a—” Alastor glanced around “—less vulnerable
premises before you continue?” He sounded amused.
And curious. Both of which served to tweak Dagan’s
temper a little more.
“Fine,” he amended, even as Roxy offered a terse,
“Works for me.”
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He huffed a breath. She huffed a breath.
And he felt like an idiot. What was it about Roxy
Tam that made him behave like a sixteen-year-old with
a perpetual hard-on, a possessive streak and a chip on
his shoulder the size of Mt. Everest? Better question:
What was it abouthimselfthat made him act that way
in regard to Roxy Tam?
He wasn’t so sure he wanted to know the answer.
He uncrossed his arms, and her gaze dropped to his
maimed limb. Even in the dark, she couldn’t miss the
carnage that had been done.
Reaching out, she laid her hand on his forearm, her
expression one of compassion as she stared at the
blackened stump of his hand. Then her gaze lifted to