Ara paled at John's question, his face displaying a storm of rage as she looked up at him.
"What do you mean? What are you talking about?" She echoed, mimicking his Irish accent poorly. He frowned at her, his hand cupping her neck. She wasn't certain if he was trying to intimidate her, but a wave of desire washed over her despite the distressing day she'd had. His touch warmed her otherwise cold body.
"So, we're playing it this way, angel? Alright, considering what you've just been through, I'll indulge in your little game." His accent thickened with each word, his agitation palpable in the twitching of his fingers against her skin.
Ara instinctively leaned into his touch, nuzzling his palm as it came to rest against her cheek. His eyes softened briefly before hardening once again, sign
