“If he is permanently injured . . .” North warned.
Her stomach rolled. Christ. “What?”
He just shot her a look. One that spelled out her own death. And it wasn’t going to be pretty.
Hell.
“If he is permanently injured it’s your fault not mine!”
“How do you figure that?” North asked.
“Because you kidnapped me! And it’s my duty to try and escape!”
“Will the two of you just shut up.”
“No!” she cried before she realized who had spoken. “Jared, you’re awake.”
Then she threw herself at him, pushing him onto his back and ignoring his groan of pain.
“You’re okay! You’re alive!”
Jared’s headthumped as he tried to make sense of what had just happened.
Also, why was Angie was lying on top of him?
“What happened? Who hit me?” Jared asked, confused.
“I did. But it was North’s fault!”
“How was it my fault?” North asked.
“Because you were meant to walk in first!” Angie cried as Jared sat up and held her in his lap.
If his head didn’t hurt so badly, he might have enjoyed holding her like this.
“If you’d walked in first, then you’d be lying on the floor with a sore head and I’d be halfway across the city,” Angie told North.
“You overestimate your abilities,” North informed her coolly. “You probably wouldn’t have found your way out of this building.”
She gasped. “You are such a pig-butt-ass-face.”
A pig-butt-ass-face?
What kind of insult was that?
Well, he couldn’t deny that it worked. And there was the slightest bit of tension in North’s voice as he replied. Which meant that she was getting to him.
Very, very surprising.
“Very colorful. But not very mature.”
“Are you saying I have no sense of direction?” she exclaimed.
“Yes, I am,” North replied.
“That’s rude.”
The room spun and for a moment Jared thought he might vomit but after a few deep breaths, he brought the room back into focus.
