FABIANA WAS STILL SMILING when she entered the kitchen. Then she realized what the Honeybuns had done to her and anger slid in, completely swamping the joy of finding Warwicke alive. She turned as Godric entered the kitchen after her and punched him in the face.
Godric stumbled back, his hands coming up to defend himself from the follow-up left hook she threw him. Her fist slammed against his large palm.
“Whoa, girl.” Arms, like iron bands wrapped around her from behind, pinning her arms to her body.
“Let go of me.” She was spittin’ mad. Her blood was up and the rage was pounding against her chest, fighting to get out. “You bastards! You let me think he was dead.”
“Shh!!!” Rubbing his jaw, Godric approached her with wary eyes. “We had to make it look real, Fabiana. Settle down now, and
