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Tyler stared at her, his mouth opening and closing. For a few seconds, he didn’t even breathe. The only time I’d seen him close to this enraptured was when he met Ian. “Madame,” he finally choked out. “It is an honor.” Marie’s mouth quirked, and she threw me a look that, had she been anyone else, I would’ve sworn was a humorous version of, At last, someone who appreciates me.
“We were never properly introduced,” I said in a vicious purr. “I’m the Red Reaper, and you’re dead.”
Look, Cat can be an idiot sometimes, but damn she is a badass. This definitely made me squeal in delight.
You’re in no shape to fight, and they’ve got you cornered. True and true. But when I spoke, I didn’t say “I surrender.” Instead, I said two other words. “Fuck you.” Death didn’t scare me.
“You said it yourself: You are a fighter, and I can’t expect you to change. No matter my objections or the danger, you were going to use yourself as bait to get Madigan because he was an evil sod who needed taking down. That’s who you are, Kitten. It’s who you’ve always been.” Then his mouth twisted into a humorless smile. “But you forgot who I am—a ruthless bastard who will do anything to keep you safe.
“I would never hurt you that way save for one reason: to keep you safe. I can live with your anger, your retribution—bloody hell, despise me if you must, but don’t expect me to behave as though you aren’t the most important thing in my life. You are, and I will let no one, yourself included, bring you to harm.”
Sure, we were here to kill someone, but we weren’t going to be obvious about it.
No one better say anything bad about Ian around me after today. I officially loved that son of a bitch.
