Except he would not be merciful when he recovered himself. His vicious side was a proven commodity.
His brows snapped together at her response. While he didn't retreat, he did stop pushing. The bastard got to her, somehow. He would follow her the next them she was on the mission.
"Write it up. Every detail, no matter how small or insignificant." He paused. "Did you discover what he fears?"
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