Cory slapped a hand over my mouth. Jude was openly assessing me now, his expression unreadable. “Excuse her,” Cory said. “She took some of her mom’s Valium by accident, thinking it was her iron pill.” I tried to pry her fingers from my face to no avail. Jude smirked in a way that spoke of sinister whispers heatedly delivered to your ear in the dark. “Remove your hand. I’d like to hear what else she has to say.” That voice… so silken with its slight accent and sensuously deep.
