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She blew a breath through her lips. “Well, you’re not so hot yourself.”
A beat passed. “Didn’t say you weren’t hot.” Fuck. If he had a free hand, he’d have beaten his own ass with a tree branch for saying that.
She didn’t reply. Thank god for small graces.
Five minutes later, she broke the silence. “Where are they?”
“Who?”
“Seriously?” she asked, her tone prickly with annoyance.
He didn’t want to admit aloud what he’d done. At the end of the day, the more dirt a Sinner had on you, the worse off you were. But he also didn’t want her to be afraid. He warred with himself about how to answer. In the end, it was a waste of time because for some fucked-up reason, what was most important to him was that she knew she wasn’t in immediate danger.
“Dead.”
Her breath wheezed through her nose. “How many?”
His arm bunched beneath her hand, an involuntary reflex, as if his body were warning him to shut his mouth. “Four.”
She was silent, but her fingers tightened on his elbow. Did she suddenly find it disgusting to touch him? Nah, that was stupid. No way Danny Carrington’s daughter was put off by murder. Such an act would be a normal occurrence in the life of someone like her.
As they approached the crash site, Savannah gasped. One of the men he’d shot lay on the ground, his vacant eyes staring at the trees overhead, his mouth slack, his chest covered in blood. They walked near the other two, but Savannah kept her reactions in check.
When they reached the road, Toth stopped and fished his phone from his backpack. “Rami should be here by now.”
As if on cue, the phone rang. Toth accepted the call and pressed the device to his ear. “Yeah?”
“I’m close to the coordinates Savannah gave me. I’m on a dirt road off the highway and heading into the forest. Sound right?”
Headlight beams shone in the distance. “I think I see you.” Toth raised his arm and Rami beeped the horn. Disconnecting, Toth picked up his bag and reached for hers.
Savannah’s hand brushed against his as she scooped up her bag. “I’ve got it.”
He didn’t argue. He had too much shit in his head to try to be chivalrous when she wanted to be a hard-ass. The black SUV, the second of two in their small company’s entourage, rolled to a stop and Rami hopped out.
***
Savannah tensed. She’dmet Rami a few more times than she’d met Toth, Rami being chummy with her brother. Nonetheless, the guy’s appearance still made her bristle. Which said a lot. She’d seen some pretty sketchy people over the years, but Rami? Dude had alook at me and diekinda vibe. Maybe it had something to do with the tattoo that ran in a vertical line from just above his eyebrow to his cheekbone.
His clear blue-green eyes landed on her as he stormed up. “Ms. Carrington,” he said. His tone was professional yet for some reason screamed annoyance. “Let me take that.” He pulled her bag from her fingers, rounded the vehicle, and put it in the back with Toth’s backpack.
She folded her arms over her chest. Part of her wanted to just get in the vehicle and sit down. The wound on her hip pulsed and every muscle in her body thrummed its anger at not having rested. The other part just wanted the ground to swallow her up and forget this whole nightmare.
Rami slapped the keys in Toth’s hand. “Gimme a lift to the next service station and I’ll get a cab back.”
Toth shifted his gaze from Rami to the crash site. “What about the wreck?”
“Handled it. I reported the vehicle stolen. I’ll have to deal with some cops and insurance, but don’t worry about that for now. Just finish this job.”
Savannah stiffened.This job.Meaning her.
Toth nodded, turning his attention to her, and concern slipped over his features. “She’s hurt. We need to get moving.” Toth caught her elbow and walked her to the rear door on the driver’s side. “You okay?” he asked, as he opened it.
As the interior light washed over them, she studied his face. He’d been tense and short with her since he helped her dress, his face practically unreadable. But now, worry puckered his forehead. The cut above his eyebrow was swollen and crusted with dried blood. He wore the dress shirt with the buttons open. Her hands begged to stroke his ripped chest.
Bad girl, Savannah.
“I’m fine.”