Page 9 of Sins of the Heart
EVE SILVER
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the blonde’s wrist, the other holding a long hunting
knife down by his thigh.
The girl on the mattress lurched up and rasped,
“Marcie! You’re alive. Oh, thank God.”
Marcie froze, and the guy holding her tightened his
grip.
Looked like the bastard meant to rape and murder
not one girl buttwo.
Ambitious.
Disgust curdled in Dagan’s gut. He was as far from
good as anyone could be, but he did have a code. He
always settled his debts. His word was his law. He refused to lie. And he sure as sugar never fucked girls
barely out of high school then slit their throats.
Marcie tossed her hair back from her face and cocked
one hip to the side. She had a hard look about her, like
she knew the score and liked it that way. Turning her head,
she slanted a glance toward the mattress and the girl.
That was all.
Just a glance.
No expression at all.
Not horror. Not fear. Not empathy.
Understanding arrowed deep, a sharp, bright barb,
and Dagan narrowed his eyes, seeing things with new
clarity.
Marcie wasn’t bound. She didn’t lean away from the
grasp of her tormentor; instead, she relaxed into his
grip. The way she held herself, shoulders back, head
high, was anything but fearful. And her lips were
