CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
As she stood feeling the wind playing havoc with her throat, as well as her cloak, not to mention her hair, Destiny knew one thing. That thing wasn’t the usual.
“So, Miss Rhodes?” Lyon’s gaze raked the empty rises and falls of the browning landscape. But then anyone could be crawling on their bellies in the spaces there below the wheeling gulls, watching, waiting, listening, to more than the wind’s howl, shivering in the blast that cut like a knife. “What do you have for me?”
“After you tried to kill Divers O’Roarke last night, why would you think I’d have anything? Well? I asked you not to make my job harder than it already is. And what did you do?”
Something very like emotion glinted in Lyon’s eyes. As if he found her funny. She wasn’t funny. But his voice was quieter than the grave. As cold too. “Is that what he told you?”
“It’s what I know.”
“Hmm. Well, that’s very fine you are so knowledgeable. I won’t ask how you know that.”