Mathena couldn’t seem to do anything without messing it up lately. The Mess-Up Queen. “It has to be Samuel,” she muttered.
“That’s our theory.”
“That bastard needs to have his ass kicked.” Xeon shrugged, his hard muscles rippling beneath the tight black T-shirt.
Hell, the man was edible. Her mouth went dry.
“I believe Dimitri intends to nail his hide to the wall.”
“That’ll work.”
“Trevor’s on the trail. I’m sure he’ll let Dimitri know if he discovers anything.” With a stiff nod, Xeon turned back toward the door.
Let him go, let him go, let him go…
“Are you leaving?” The words bypassed her brain and burst from her lips. Once again, he grudgingly halted and turned. “I have my own lair. Or at least I did.” Without warning, that almost smile touched his lips, making her heart kick ag
