I stalked after her, subduing the desire to throttle her and battling the urge to do Tanner a serious violence once I’d found him. “Bloody, bleeding, bent bastard!”
With a condescending gesture she indicated the room. I dismissed her presence and stepped around her, coming to an abrupt halt in the doorway. I barely noted her stiff-gaited departure as, in obvious irritation, she left me there.
Another woman in an unattractive white uniform bustled about the room, trying to stifle giggles.
I gave her a brisk nod. “Pardon me.”
“Not at all.” She smiled, and that smile turned her into rather a striking-looking woman.
“It isn’t a good sign when Mr Trevalyan becomes alliterative,” Tanner told her. “You might want to escape while you can.”
I was taken aback by the cold tone in his voice, but I dismissed it on getting a closer look at him.