Isabel had to tilt her head back to stare at his face. His golden hair gleamed in the flashing lights, and his mouth was set in an arrogant expression. He glared down at her with ice in his eyes, and Isabel wanted to laugh. Compared to Howard, the strange man's arrogance was nothing.
"Well?" the man asked again. "Why don't you just mind your own business?"
"Because I don't like to be in anyone's debt," she replied. "You saved me from those disgusting thugs, and I owe you my life."
The man lifted one gracefully arched eyebrow. "You don't owe me anything," he finally said. "I don't expect the strays I rescue to pay me back."
"You asshole," Isabel hissed.
"I call it like I see it," the man said cooly. "You're the one who insists on following me around like a rescued pup
