His face has darkened. “When you said what you did in your sleep…” He rubs his jaw. “Fuck, if he wasn’t already dead, I would’ve killed him myself.” I give a weak laugh. “He wouldn’t be worth going to jail.” Those warm brown eyes stare me down, looking, searching. I don’t know what for, but finally he says, “But you are.” “Huh?” “You’re worth it, Salem.”
