“You’ve been snarlier than a rabid dog since you barged into the kitchen earlier. Is it because I used the darn dagger to peel those potatoes?” Shae stomped across tohim.
Aaandthat thought got shot to hell. Biting off a curse, he blew a spiral of smoke away from her and dropped onto a chair near thewall.
She glared athim.
He wanted to pull her astride his lap and slide into her feminine warmth so it would take away the eons of emptiness. He breathed in her tantalizing fragrance, instead, and his body wound tighter than a fucking spring. The mating bond was a bitch when ignored. And kissing her had just made everythingworse.
“Seriously, what’s going on withyou?”
Dagan stretched out his long legs, caging her between them, and eyed herlazily.
She scowled, her expression morphing from irritation to pissed. “What?”
Since he wasn’t going to hide the truth about this, he nodded at the table piled with skins and unpeeled potatoes and the weapon there. “That’s mydagger.”
“So?” She stepped over his ankle and headed back to the half-cleaned vegetables then deliberately started paringanother.
“So, it’s intrinsically linked to me…because it’s mymate’sdagger.”
She stiffened. Good, she knew what that meant. Just as fast, a short snort followed. “When you find her, I’ll hand it over, along with my condolences. Until then, you’re not getting it back. I need it for the kitchen. And it’s nice andsharp.”
For some reason, her comment amused him. But the threat tacked on wasn’t lost on him. She could probably stake him, too. He’d seen how swiftly she’d taken out thosedemons.
He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, a thin tendril of smoke trailing from the burning tip of his cigar. His gaze pinned hers. “I couldn’t take it from you even if I wanted to. It now belongs toyou.”
