Gav surveyed Dara with clenched teeth. His green eyes were clear and sharp as he stared at her.
Wordlessly, Gav held her hand and pulled her to him.
Dara pushed at his chest. She jerked back her palm as though burned. His chest was hot!
"Why are you here, Gav?" she asked in a dead-pan voice.
"I followed you," Gav replied evenly. "I told you that you cannot use the motorcycle by yourself!"
Dara inclined her head. "I will go back to the office," she said calmly. She waved to Aeson Takin, who waved back. 'Bye, Godfather Takin!'
"You will go with me!" Gav carried her like a sack of potatoes. He threw her over his shoulder and secured her legs in front of him!
"Let me go!"
Gav put Dara down inside the car. He took care not to bump her head against the low roof. She huddled to the farthe
