He spoke with no trace of an accent. Hell, if it wasn't for his clothing, if it wasn't for the way her gut screamed at the sight of him, she could have mistaken him for one of her people.
"How considerate of you, showing such concern for us." She bared her teeth at him. "Any other reasons why you're darkening my doorstep?"
His brows came together, a puzzled frown on his face. "I've yet to darken a doorstep, witch."
"You're too damn close to our territory—too damn close to a whole lot of...
Published on September 06, 2010 05:00