“How did a classy girl like you sully herself with a man like Gideon?” Sully herself. The phrasing brought to mind Rune’s illicit dream from last night. She could almost feel the heat of the boilers and Gideon’s hands on her skin. Gideon lifted the rifle and fired another shot, bringing her back to reality. Five for five. “Love doesn’t sully you,” she said. “Love purifies you.” Real love, anyway. Gideon paused as if to glance her way, but reloaded instead. “That so?” The young man grinned. As if he was very amused. “Singh,” Gideon growled, already aiming again. “Lay off her.”
