Chapter NineIt takes me a couple of seconds to close the distance between us.
When he’s within arm’s length, I stop my advance and gulp in a calming breath, inhaling his clean, woodsy scent with just the faintest hint of lime. Being this close to him reminds me of the time I danced with Kit in Nero’s disguise—and that kiss she tricked me into.
His blue-gray eyes stare down at me mockingly, making me recall the plan.
“How dare you?” I hiss, and without further ado, I slap his chest with my right hand—just as my left one surreptitiously delivers the device into his pocket.
For a moment, he looks confused, so I capitalize on that, slapping his chest with both hands this time. In part, it’s because I’m genuinely angry, but mostly so that he has the illusion of both my palms being in view a
