A heavy silence fills the air before Myles speaks again. "You sure there are no ulterior motives?"
"I don't trust her."
I bite back a snort. Yeah, right. Out of the two of us, I'm the one who is untrustworthy? Says Mr. Let-Me-Seduce-You-Then-Kidnap-You himself in there.
If anyone should have trust issues here, it's me.
"I don't trust her, either," Myles says. "But you can continue not trusting her from a distance, while she's under surveillance. What you can't do quite as easily from a distance is f**k her. Is this because you have in fact f****d her?"
Heat floods my face. Was that even real? Or was he trying to---quite literally---pump me for information? I feel like I need a shower. A long, hot shower---and then some time alone to think through every single detail of our interaction
