Chapter 4Blue Champagne
Quinn never knew how close he’d come to death. I didn’t need a gun to kill. I was lethal with anything from a paperclip to a doctored cigarette to my bare hands.
Although he and I had been lovers for a number of months—and I’d spent any number of nights at his town house in Alexandria—I was still getting used to having someone sleeping in my bed.
This was a bad night. I’d never known Quinn to be so restless. Usually, when we slept together, he curled in on himself, with me securely wrapped around him, but this night, he tossed and turned and flailed around….
So when a hand lashed out and smashed me in the face, waking me out of a sound sleep, my training kicked in, and I reacted unconsciously. I curled my fingers and stiffened the heel of my hand, ready to crush
