Bab 50: Chapter 50

But he’s not interested in just another fuck, he wants her, I can see it in his eyes, the way he studies me for a moment, my face, my lips, then glances over at her and his grin widens. He wants her. When he starts around the counter, I tell him, “I’ll have to ask you to leave, sir.”

The words don’t faze him. “Delia—”

That’s as far as I get before she pushes through the door to the back and runs, I can hear her bare feet on the stairs, she’s probably grabbed Maeve’s hand and is dragging her along. At the top of the stairs, she’ll bolt the door to the attic we share and she’ll be safe, he can’t break through that. Then he’ll come back after me.

Only he doesn’t get that far. He doesn’t even make it through the door, still swinging from Delia’s hasty retreat, when a soft, deadly voice says, “Sit your ass down, Tarn. You heard the man.”