Page 13 of Greed: The Savage
Unfortunate. He notched that as a near disqualifying mark against her as a potential wife.
Addien, however?
Addien with her fire and ferocity would want it hard and fast and every way. As the baroness went on and on, Thornwick took a slow breath in through his nose.
The untamed hellcat felt his stare; she knew it was reserved for her. She knew because Thornwick let her know.
In her usual fiery display of defiance, Addien lowered her hood all the way, so he could feelandwitness the full force of her glare.
Thornwick and Addien continued on with their silent battle from across the room.
One thing was certain, with that spirited sprite, there’d be no endless buzzing about rumors. No; every—usually biting—word to leave Addien’s lips came with purpose and intent.
His blood heated.
She sneered.
And he brought his focus reluctantly back to the baroness. What proved to be a regrettably observant baroness.
Her eyes narrowed, sharp as a blade.
On their way to Lady Darrow’s residence of Lowther Grange, Thornwick made it clear to Addien, she had one job—remain invisible.
With that task, he’d done both he and Addien a favor.
He could operate without her interference.
And Addien? Well, given the stealth which she moved throughout the Devil’s Den, she would sail through her first assignment with ease.
That was, shewouldsail through, as long as she could keep a tight rein on her tongue.
In the greatest turn of irony, she’d proven she was silent as the grave with her mouth, but she was anything but in every other way.
His firebrand partner must have sensed his fury from across the length of the parquet floor. How could she not?
He was distracted and, by the tight set to his mouth and eyes, annoyed at Addien being here.
The same as before each of the other twelve or so times, Addien made herself go absolutely still.
Thornwick scowled at her.
She glared…
His eyebrows dipped.
Notat him.
He followed her gaze to the centerpiece of her blistering disdain.
Oh, Christ.
“…my carnal interests…” the baroness trailed into a whine. “What was I saying?”
Good God, for the life of him Thornwick hadn’t a bloody clue anymore. That was, if he ever had.
Since he’d joined the demimondaine fortea, the widow hadn’t managed a complete answer to the debauched questions he’d put to her.
No, she had. You just have eyes for another…
