“Is this some kind of punishment?” I ask with a snarl, crossing the room in a few strides until I’m standing so close to her that I can smell that damn sweet scent of hers. Jasmine and lemon. Her forehead wrinkles with confusion. “What?” “You heard what I fucking said, Mia.” She puts her hands on her hips. “I heard you, but I don’t understand what you’re talking about.” “It’s a pretty simple fucking question. You asking Dante to get you a fake identity. Is that payback for what happened yesterday?” “Don’t be ridiculous,” she huffs.
