TEN
Strike rushed Rora all the way back to the motel and pulled her up the stairs to return to their room. When they got there, and the door closed, she immediately turned to him, expecting… something.
But the first thing he did was put his hand around the box in her hand to try to take it from her.
Rora held onto it. “Is this all you want?” she asked, tightening her grip.
“Yes,” he said, his brows snapping down in a frown.
“I risked my life for this, my liberty. I think I should know what it is.”
Impatience was making him edgy. “It would take too long to explain,” he said and tried to take it again.
Rora swung her arm around to extend it behind her. “Then I want something.”
“Want something?” he snapped. “I could just take it from you.”
“Hit me? c***k my bones? Do that squeeze thi
