No. No, no, no. I refused to let my thoughts wander in that direction. The only man who’d be in my bedroom was my husband. Maybe. Someday. Gods, my marriage was weird. Focus, Odessa. I gripped my knives tighter. “Noted. Next?” He dragged his free hand through his hair, shoving the brown locks off his forehead. It was…not attractive. Not. At. All. The Guardian moved closer, snaring me with his hard, intimidating gaze. It took everything in my power not to gulp and shy away.
