FABIANA GASPED IN OUTRAGE. She stiffened and lifted her chin, her eyes beaming anger at him.
Warwicke c****d an eyebrow and she realized she was doing exactly what he’d accused her of doing. It just made her even angrier. “I don’t need you or anyone else to take care of me, Warwicke Honeybun. I can take care of myself and my brother. I always have!”
He snorted. “You’ve been doing a bang-up job of it so far, Fabiana. You show up on my doorstep covered in blood. Then we find out Casio Lautaro has been brutally murdered, probably with your knife, and you can’t remember what happened that night, despite the fact that you’d been with Lautaro at least twice before he was killed. Then your brother is attacked, again, most likely with your knife. And I learn that you’ve been getting mysterious,
