Bull Rush (The Quiet Horsemen #1)

by Maggie Rawdon

“One last thing…” I call after her, and she pauses but doesn’t turn around to look at me. “I just want to be clear. When I say I want my bed back, I mean with you in it.”

“Fair enough. This set only spits poison, and the other tastes like sugar, so it’s not much of a loss.”

I rip the duct tape off and pull back the rag, grabbing his jaw in my hand and squeezing so hard I’m half worried I might break it. Then I spit straight into his mouth. His eyes go wide with surprise, but when he starts to speak, I backhand him across the cheek. It’s so hard that I hear the crack of my bones against his, and I feel the sting of it. “That’s the last taste of her you’ll ever get. So fucking savor it.”