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Author: Kalayna Price
It was the “please” that did it. I stepped back, letting him pass. After all, he might have been opinionated and bossy, but he had rescued me. I could hear him out. Besides, I needed to give him back his shirt.
He watched as I knelt and placed the dagger back in its holster, then gave himself a tour as I dug through the pile of clothes by the dresser. I ignored him as I searched for the oxford he’d let me borrow after he’d burned my tank top. I should keep it as a replacement. Of course, what I’d do with a man’s oxford—especially one cut to cover Falin’s broad shoulders—I didn’t know. I finally found it and folded it, ignoring the wrinkles.
Falin was standing by my counter staring at the two mugs of now-cold coffee. I hadn’t gotten around to dumping them yet. He lifted one mug. “Was someone here?”
“Is my personal life any of your business?”
“You should turn on the news. ”
Was that in response to my question? What have the reporters dug up now? He just smiled at me. Dropping the shirt on the counter beside him, I walked over and flipped on the TV.
The chief of police appeared on the screen. “—are currently searching for the source of the leak. But I will go on record to say that the city hired Ms. Craft because of the mysterious circumstances surrounding the late governor’s death and disappearance. We acknowledge her as an expert in her field but will be flying in other grave witches from around the world to confirm her findings before we move forward. That’s all. ” He turned, and the screen cut to Lusa’s face in the studio.
She smiled at the camera, not glancing at the notes