Sheer amusement had me sauntering up to him. He slid me a side glance, but remained perfectly still.
Troy's hands were crossed behind him; dressed in full protective gear, he didn't even need.
Black combat pants, black boots, a black long-sleeved shirt that fit a little too well… and an aura that warned people to keep their distance.
"Mrs Wrath," he acknowledged flatly.
I smiled up at him. "You know, you could always go talk to her," I said casually, going straight to the point.
He stiffened for a moment, barely glancing at me. "I don't know what you're talking about."
From the way his jaw ticked, I could tell he did.
I almost burst out laughing, but took a slow sip of my wine instead.
"Come on, Troy. I'm not blind. You two have been eye-f*****g each other all night. You should go
