Page 224 of Black Reign

“Also wrong.”

“Drew said baby blue.”

Her mouth falls open.

“Drew saw me?”

“At the wedding.”

“Oh.”

“You made an impression.”

Her expression becomes cautious. “What did he say?”

I almost smile.

“Nothing worth repeating.”

“He mentioned my breasts.”

I stare.

Her mouth curves.

“Men are not subtle.”

“Travers especially.”

For the first time since entering this building, I feel something other than panic or rage.

I want her.

Not in the clean, distant way desire works when it's attached to an anonymous photograph.

Her.

This messy caramel hair.

These eyes.

Her real accent.

The mouth I already know.

The woman beneath my coat bleeding onto my shirt and still trying to make me laugh.

Then she looks at me, and something in her expression changes.

“You came.”

Two words.

Quiet.

Not teasing.

I cup her face.