He saluted her.
“What did you do?”
“Nothing. Like I told Bête, Huwin Quiakides is a psycho.”
“But he’s the Prime Commander.”
He handed her his empty glass across the counter. “I keep forgetting that you haven’t spent a lot of time around us. Psycho’s normal.”
“You say that, but you seem rather normal to me.”
“I’m just a little better at hiding it, Eve. There’s no such thing as a sane League assassin. We are all one hair trigger from snapping and taking out everyone around us.”
She snorted at his words. “That’s normal in my realm. Believe me. Most days it wouldn’t take much for me to open fire and not stop shooting, either.”
“I doubt that.”
“Why? Because I’m a woman?”
“God, no. Some of the most lethal assassins we have are women. I’d much rather go against a man than a woman in that regard.”
“Then why?”
He glanced over to her windowsill. “Because as wrecked and unkempt as this place is, I can’t help but notice that none of your plants are even wilting. And last night, you could have easily left me for dead and you didn’t.” He gave her a probing stare. “You don’t like to see things die if they don’t have to.”
She ground her teeth at how astute he was. “And you didn’t have to come between me and Sicarius.”
He winked at her. “I did that for shits and giggles.”
“I don’t believe you.” She moved around the counter where he sat.
Smiling, she walked between his parted knees. “And yes, you can use my shower.”
Jinx couldn’t breathe as she invaded his personal space. Nor could he think straight.
This is why you keep distance from everyone.
Because honestly, she could slit his throat and he wouldn’t be able to react. Not while all of his blood was fleeing his brain and heading to a part of his body that had no business being so enticed by her or anyone else.
She bit her bottom lip and put her hands on his hips. “You didn’t answer my question. Are any more assassins stopping by?”
He swallowed hard as he struggled to keep his breathing steady. “No. Why?”
She reached up to touch his face.
Jinx caught her hand in his. “This is a dangerous game, Eve.”
“Are you going to hurt me?”
He could never cause her harm. But he couldn’t afford for her to know that.
She slid against him, making every inch of his body burn.
Eve knew she had no business doing this, but she couldn’t help herself. He was the epitome of forbidden fruit.
And she was unable to resist it.
But she was completely unprepared for the ferocity of his kiss. It was wild and blistering, and it left her breathless.
