A Bed Of Roses
Before I could clear the threshold of the front door, a sharp movement at the top of the stairs caught my eye.
Rodah was standing by the balustrade, her fingers gripping the polished wood until her knuckles were white. The dark silk robe was tied loosely around her waist, exposing the smooth, flushed skin of her neck and chest. Her green eyes weren't filled with the terrified submission most women would show during a cartel hit. They were furious. She was angry at the intrusion, angry at her own vulnerability, and deeply sobered by the realization that her defiance had kicked off this entire avalanche.
The raw, aggressive chemistry between us was still there, vibrating through the open space
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