Unwilling to edge backward and offer him game
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point, she tried to keep the match even by flattening her
palms against his chest and shoving him back with as
much force as she could muster.
Which wasn’t enough. He didn’t budge. He didn’t
even exhale.
“I warn you—I fight fair, Roxy Tam.” He lifted his
hand and flattened his palm against her chest, just above
the swell of her breast, his fingers curving over her collarbone.
She froze. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You shove me, I shove back. You hit me, I hit
back.” He brought his lips a breath away from hers and
whispered, “Shall I return blow for blow?”
The question was, why hadn’t he done exactly that
already? She had a feeling she might not like the answer.
“I’d prefer you didn’t.” Because despite her enhanced speed and strength, she doubted she’d be left
standing. Or conscious.
It’d be her brains, not her brawn, that beat him.
Catching his wrist, she jerked his hand from her
chest and stepped back, knowing that she did so only
because he let her. “How did you find me?”
“I cut my heart out and offered it up on a platter.”
One side of his mouth curved. Not a nice smile.
“Sorry?” His answer made about as much sense as
him being here at all.
“So am I. It hurt like a bitch.”
Clearly he wasn’t going to explain, which was fine
by her. She couldn’t care less about his cryptic bullshit.
