Swimming in dangerous waters (2)

Without words exchanged, she threw her handbag to the floor and pounced on him, kissing him as though they didn't have a nasty fight in the car yesterday.

Lucian, taken aback by Talia's sudden passion, stumbled backward, he tripped over his own feet and they crashed onto the bed, Talia's lips still locked on his. He tried to push her away, but she was relentless, her hands roaming his body like a wild animal.

"Talia, slow down," Lucian gasped, trying to catch his breath. "What's going on?"

Talia finally broke away, her eyes wild and unfocused. "Piers is dead," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Did you do it?"

Lucian's expression turned from confusion to disappointment. He sat up and shook his head, "No, when I got there, he was already dead."

"If it's not you, then, who did?"

Lucian shook his head, "I wish I knew. Whoever killed him was extremely mad at him. Perhaps… "