She did not like that. Not one bit. The tiniest twist of curiosity tugs at me. I wonder if I can make the little librarian snap at me properly. I wonder if she ever feels rage like mine under all that politeness. I rake my eyes over her, then shrug one shoulder dismissively. “Though it’s only Beau you’ll really be missing—I wouldn’t have touched you either way.” “Oh, fuck you,” she hisses. There it is.
