Abandon the Night by Joss Ware

Author:Joss Ware
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2010-06-07T16:00:00+00:00

Zoë didn’t relax until she heard Fang walk over and lay down on his bed. He’d remained on guard through the whole meal, glaring at their visitors in a way she wished she’d been able to do.

Well, at least at Marley Huvane. Who hadn’t bothered to button up her shirt, and had been flaunting her substantial cleavage in some light blue bra since they arrived.

She washed the dishes as quickly as possible, then set them aside to dry. After she fed Fang some leftovers, which he wholly appreciated, Zoë drew in a deep breath.

What now?

She felt odd. Off balance, which never happened. Maybe she’d eaten something that didn’t agree with her.

The sun would be setting soon. She should hunt, but that would take her out of her home and leave Quent and Marley here. She could be gone for days tracking gangas if she went too far to make it back in one night. That would mean they would be here, in her house.

Not a damned chance she was going to let that happen.

She could make more arrows. She should make more. She’d almost run out last night, and if that had happened or if she’d been alone…bad fucking news.

She didn’t feel like doing that either.

If she wanted to take a night off from hunting, as she did occasionally, she would normally curl up with a book and read. With Fang nearby and a cup of tea.

But Quent and Marley would be back. Wet and slippery and—

Ah, for fuck’s sake. That was not something she wanted to think about.

So why the hell was it niggling at her? She had no claim on him.

Zoë slammed down a cup that, fortunately, was made from tin, and poured more canela. He could do whatever the hell he wanted to.

Just like Zoë would. She nodded to Fang and slogged back a huge drink of tea. It scalded the shit out of her mouth and she blinked back tears of pain, swearing silently. Dammit.

What the hell was she doing, wasting time anyway? She had too much to do, and now that Marley was here, she didn’t have to worry about Quent the blond genius anymore. Marley could take care of him.

Good riddance.

Yes. Marley with the big boobs and the lush curves and the eyes for Quent. They had a history. Oh, Zoë had recognized it right away. Fuck-buddies, maybe even real lovers. The pain and betrayal in his eyes, the shock, pleasure—then hurt—in hers.

Whatever had happened between them, they’d work it out. Down by the river.

Good for them.

And then they could get the fuck out of her place and she could get back to her life.

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