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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.

for even a flicker of

Nothing.

found nothing he'd hoped for. Just cold

wild with desperation. That finally pried

kill Dan, then Scar had no reason to hold anything back. "You

mouth before Yvonne drove her boot straight into his knee. She was too fast-Scar never stood a chance. He collapsed to the ground, clutching his

just sat there on

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

with her. And now, after finding out he was the one pulling the strings at Black Gate,

Of course.

in her eyes wasn't pain or regret it was

eyes. "You

his heart

out a shaky laugh. "Yeah? I deserve to

whole body trembled. "Yvonne, what makes you trust Xander so damn much? What kind of fairy tales

her clothes, she must've just come back from Yoreland. And the first

thought about it,

disgust as

"You dang up

who you name-drop, it doesn't

left