FIFTEEN
Jason kept a careful watch on Xan as she climbed into the Argo. She seemed perfectly calm and collected again – nothing like the shaking, sicking-up mess she'd been on the pearl farm lawn, and there was no trace of the frozen panic she'd shown in the car when that b****y bird had set fire to the bush on both sides. He hadn't thought she was afraid of anything, but he had to admit, he'd never seen her around fire. She was more of a water woman, after all. And if there was ever a fire to be afraid of, it'd be the one he'd just driven through.
Take that, Angel's creepy-arse stalker, he thought grimly. He wasn't the only one who could save a woman from dying in a fire.
Xan let out what sounded like a strangled scream and Jason's gaze darted back to the pointy bit at the front of t
