Marika’s sister was a pain in the ass. A complete and utter pain in the ass and he still didn’t know her name.
Beauty growled to himself as he stalked down the corridor, the hard-packed sand beneath his feet. It didn’t matter, though. As long as he got the draanthing female out of here in one piece, that was all that mattered. He didn’t have to like her, nor did he have to spend any more time than was necessary with her.
draanthing like Although… if he couldn’t see with his own eyes their resemblance to each other, he’d never have believed they were related. Marika was delicate and sweet, and despite the fact she’d been brought up by one of the worst crime lords in her society, she was sweet and nurturing.
Her sister was the complete opposite. She was all hard edges and jaded suspicion.
