"Could you… help me with this too?"
Kira's voice floated across the room just as Derek turned to head back to the sofa.
He had been quietly studying her ever since she returned from that suspicious trip to Aethelwulf without telling him, Alistar, or Flora. The quiet fury from that afternoon still simmered under his skin.
When she had finally returned, looking annoyingly untouched and serene, he had demanded answers. She had brushed him off with a breezy "just handling my own business," as if that settled it.
This woman was going to be the death of his sanity.
Now she stood there with that wide-eyed innocent expression, like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. Derek eyed the necklace dangling from her fingers. He wanted to ignore her. He really did. But then she spoke again, voice sweet and teasing.
