But Talin had a feeling that any man stupid enough to put a move on this woman would soon find his arm broken into tiny little pieces.Ĭlay lifted his beer and took a long pull. Teamed with knee-high boots, it turned her into a sexy stunner. Joe thinks it's hysterical to make me wear this frickin' getup." Her voice was a snarl as she waved at her pink baby-tee and black miniskirt. "I hope Cory, Kit, Jase, and the rest of those drunken monkeys get the same punishment I did.
"Oh." She went silent as a curvy blonde with a bad-tempered expression placed Talin's meal in front of her before turning to Clay. "It doesn't look too bad." She nodded at the relatively undamaged walls. Twenty minutes later, she found herself sitting in the same bar the young males had smashed up.
Prayed that she could do this without betraying the one secret that would make Clay truly hate her. She took that as a yes and, though her heart threatened to rip out of her chest, she remained stuck to him. "Keep asking silly questions and see where it gets you." Surrounded by all that powerful male muscle, feeling warm and safe, she decided not to push him. "Stop flinching or I'll bite you and really give you something to worry about." Then he let out a low growl that rolled down her spine like a thousand tiny pinpricks. "It won't change the truth." Talin knew she'd surprised him. "If you don't want to piss me off," he snapped, "stop talking about how much I scare you."
"I was so nervous about meeting you, I didn't eat all day." She nodded, but remained plastered to him. We're no Swiss Family Robinson." They couldn't afford to be, especially not now, with the Psy Council attempting to take down the only changeling groups - DarkRiver and SnowDancer - that had dared challenge its absolute rule. "I'll be kicking their asses three ways to Sunday soon as they sober up.
"So you came to take them home." He could hear the smile in her voice. "You two were being rough with those boys." "Dorian's a sentinel, too." A pretty one according to most women.
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