Tabby and Connor look at me.
“Angel,” I say roughly, hunting for her eyes. When I get them and she looks at me, I say, “Let me kill him for you.”
Connor says quickly, “If we don’t give the FBI Moreno, she doesn’t get a clean slate.”
I’m not really listening. It’s hard enough to concentrate on sitting still when every nerve is screaming for me to go cut off Moreno’s head and present it to Mariana on a silver platter.
I want to destroy him for what he’s done to her. I want to obliterate him. I want to rip him apart with my bare hands and feast on his bones. I’ve never felt such all-consuming fury.
Looking deeply into my eyes, Mariana smiles.
“That might be the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard, cowboy. Thank you. And please, please don’t take this as an insult, or a lack of faith in
