The worst part was, he looked like he was enjoying my discomfort. His eyes glinted with amusement, his mouth curved in that irritating half-smile that made me want to slap him. Or bite him. Or both.
But not here. Not in front of his men. Not when I was soaking wet, shivering, and holding a pair of crotchless panties in my pocket.
So I swallowed my anger and straightened my spine, meeting his gaze directly.
"Like I expected," I replied, keeping my voice neutral despite the rage and confusion churning inside me. "Though I have to question the nature of the prize."
Something dangerous flickered in his eyes—a warning, maybe, or a challenge. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
"Show us what you found," Reid demanded from behind me, his voice tight with frustration. "Prove you actual
