Getting to the Crux of it

“How long will you keep killing my patrons?” Dimurah countered his statement.

Endlessly.

“Forever. If warranted.” He shrugged. “But we both know this,” He vaguely gestured around the alehouse. “Isn’t why you’re upset.”

It’s the same reason you’re always upset.

Glancing to both sides she saw everyone else had lost interest during their whispered interchange. That was typically when she’d be more inclined to have real conversation.

She’s not going to relent until she admits why she’s really so pissed off at me.

She’d only dropped hints about it previously.

She tipped over the counter again. “We both know exactly why I’m so mad at you!”

Then just say it.

“You can’t be hurt forever.” He leaned closer. The tips of their noses brushing as he returned her heated glare. Teasing her lips with a quick sweep of his as he tipped her chin by lifting his.

“Will you change?” She moaned breathlessly. Before shaking her head quickly and fixing an angry glower on him. Annoyed at her weakness.

She’s not