and fierce. “You won’t get any without a fight, white
boy.”
His gaze flicked to the yellow ropes that bound her.
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SINS OF THE HEART
“I’m not in the habit of tying my lovers up.” A slow
smile curved his lips. “Unless they ask.”
“I’m not asking.”
She stared at him, her posture and expression putting him in mind of a cornered cat. Ready to fight.
Claws. Teeth. Whatever it took.
Guts and grit. And beauty. He found the combination appealing. Nineteen. And a half.
“Fuck.” He was here to harvest a darksoul, not
think about getting laid, and he was rapidly coming
to the conclusion that the faster he got done and got
going, the better. He set his teeth against the lollipop,
sheared off a shard of candy and ground it between
his molars.
“Fuck,”she echoed. “Yeah, that about sums it up,
vanilla bean.”
He didn’t surprise easily, but that did the trick. She’d
been beaten, bound and left to stew in her own terror,
but she had the brass balls left to call him vanilla bean.
And white boy.
He’d been called worse. With reason.
“You in this with him?” Despite the show of bravado, the question held a telltale tremble.
He took the lollipop from his mouth, studied her for
a second, then popped the candy back in and used his
tongue to push it off to one side. She held perfectly still,
only her eyes moving as she tracked his actions.
“Byhim,I assume you mean your captor.” At her
