Chapter 24

Ash wanted to punch something but managed to refrain, not wanting to break casino property, which his scarred fists were entirely capable of. He followed her into the elevator looking like the lethal killer he knew he was.

Anya looked at him out of the corner of her eye, some of her annoyance fading to be replaced with fear. It wasn't his intent to scare her, but he wanted answers. Like why the fuck did she keep showing up where he was, the epitome of his fantasy woman, twitching her little tail and then running when things got serious?

"What's with you?" he asked, stepping in front of her, crowding her. "Why are you leading me on and then pretending there's nothing between us? I know you feel it, feel whatever this connection is."