then she’s probably a monster, too. The fact that he was able to coordinate
with someone on the outside suggests Kahanov has connections in Magic
Side. I’m not walking you into danger. So go home, sit tight. We’ll deal with
him.”
“No.” She shoved me, but I didn’t budge, so she strode down the hall a
few paces before turning back. “Why the hell are you so invested in
protecting me? I’m a LaSalle, and you’ve made it clear you couldn’t care less
for me.”
I slowly crossed the distance. “Because Kahanov is an asshole, and I’m
not going to give him what he wants.”
She raised her chin defiantly. “Then maybe you should just toss me in his
empty cell. I’d be nice and safe, and you’d know where I was.”
“Maybe I should.”
She bared her
teeth, and the silence stretched between us. There was
something about the fire in her eyes and the scent of her rage that made me
want to slam her up against the wall and take her mouth with mine. She
gently bit her healing lower lip, and I imagined what she might taste like.
Pure fucking heaven with a bite of poison.
My wolf strained in my chest, and it was all I could do to steady my
breathing and repress my desire. Why was I letting this unbearable woman
get under my skin?
Amal emerged from the cell, and the guard slammed the door.
Savannah glanced at Amal and Neve talking, and then whispered, “If I
have to cower in a cell, then you’re just handing Kahanov all the power.
Please, let me help you hunt him down. Maybe it’s risky, but I need this, and
I can help. You know I can.”
Her body trembled with repressed rage and frustration. I looked deep into
her eyes, measuring her will. They flickered with something I couldn’t quite
put my finger on at first—not hatred, nor desperation, nor fear.