The words, the tone, and the lip smacking were all designed to nettle him . . . and they did. Hawk enjoyed a vivid vision of Alejandro on the floor beneath him, eyes popped wide, face red, thrashing and gagging as Hawk strangled him with his bare hands.
When he didn’t react, Alejandro asked, “How long do you suppose this ‘healing’ will take?”
Hawk controlled his breathing. As best he could, he kept his posture relaxed, though a vein began to throb in his temple. “I can’t be expected to know how long it takes a human to heal.”
“Good point. They’re unpredictable, these humans, aren’t they?” Alejandro tapped his fingers against the wineglass. “For instance, her offer of belu for you. What on Earth do you think could have prompted such a magnanimous gesture?”
Alejandro’s smile grew wider,
