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Dan was gasping for breath.

Right now, standing before him, Yvonne looked every bit the judge and jury. And he—well, he couldn't get a single word out in his defense.

She... yeah. She wasn't stupid. Not one bit.

The first time Dan met Yvonne, he'd known she was sharp as a tack. That's why, every move he made around her, he was extra careful.

But now, with Dan clamming up in front of her, Yvonne's voice turned into a low, growling demand. "Answer me."

Scar burst into the room just in time to find Yvonne with her hand clamped tight around Dan's throat, squeezing harder and harder.

He rushed forward, desperate to pull her off. "Ms. Quinn, you can't do this to our boss!"

"Bang!" Before he could even react, Yvonne's boot connected with Scar and sent him crashing to the floor.

Fury radiated from Yvonne, and it seemed to give her even more strength. Scar hit the ground hard, groaning.

Yvonne's grip on Dan's neck only tightened. Scar looked over, panic in his eyes, at Dan's calm, almost resigned face. "Sir!" he shouted.

But Dan just kept his eyes locked on Yvonne, neither fighting back nor looking away.

He was gambling-gambling on whatever feelings Yvonne might still have for him, hoping that maybe, just maybe, she'd hesitate.

eyes for even a flicker of mercy, maybe a

Nothing.

found nothing he'd hoped for. Just cold resolve. The pressure on his throat

Yvonne again, this time wild with desperation. That

fiercely loyal. If Yvonne was trying to kill Dan, then Scar had no reason to hold anything back. "You

drove her boot straight into his knee. She was too fast-Scar never stood a

there on

him, dark and murderous. Dan's breath came quick and shallow. "You really

nearly beaten him senseless when she thought he'd slept with her. And now, after finding out he was the one pulling the strings at

Of course.

eyes wasn't pain or

eyes. "You deserve

At those words, his heart seemed to drop through the

shaky laugh.

Xander so damn much? What kind

she must've just come back from Yoreland. And the first thing she did was come after him? Where the hell

he thought about it, the angrier

face twisted with disgust as a whip, she

across the face. "You dang up Xander?" Content

me tell you something: no matter who you name-drop, it doesn't cover up

left behind years