Chapter 18“I can’t believe they’re having me followed!”
From his vantage point lounging on the couch, Mathias watched Darby pace around the room. Well, pacing was probably a mild term for what she was doing. She was agitated and ranting, and her lovely blood was racing through her veins. She’d been like this ever since they’d reached the privacy of his car, and she hadn’t stopped even when she’d thrown open the door to Edmund’s apartment. He realized he could probably say or do something that might diffuse her mood, but really, when she was this worked up, all sorts of delicious bled from her skin. Mathias relished his visceral desires far too much to put a stop to this anytime soon.
“They are the police, you know,” he commented casually. “It is rather their job to find out who killed Ow
