LIES UNVEILED
Sitting on the back of his damn bike and clinching my arms around his waist had not been my idea. In fact, I despised it. The Cajun reeked of swamp water. It had been bad enough for me to cling to his half-n***d body. Granted, with the dirty water slapping my face, I was at the end of my patience. I preferred eating bugs over coughing and gagging on the stale water that tasted like rotten fish.
Watching the Cajun snorkel at my uncomfortable plight only escalated my pissy mood. The man detested me. His bold grin across his face proved my suspicions.
Dom drove the Jeep and Jeffery sat in the passenger seat, doing his usual directing. I had battened down Aidan in the back with the magickal rope. He was nicely snug, and knew better than to attempt breaking free. My knives hove
