Valentine watched the rather elaborate eye roll the
submissive gave him, looks like that that weren’t hidden usually meant she was
well aware of the consequences. His hand landed on the nape of her neck. A
friendly gesture if it wasn’t for the tightness of Val’s grip.
“Follow me.” He led her to the car, holding the front door
open with an expectant look. “I’m guessing by the looks you are giving me you’ve
nothing to tell me.”
Lottie shivered as his hand gripped her neck, annoyed at herself for the way her stomach flipped at the firm touch. She had to close her eyes for a second and take a deep breath to remind herself that this was not a good thing.
She hesitated only for a split second at the instruction. After all she had no doubt he would either just arrest her again as appeared to be his trademark or, and she hated to even consider it was a possibility, he might actually go to the dean. Lottie slid into the seat, her body tensing at the remark before she was back to full attitude. “You don’t honestly expect me to rat out the Montagues? I’d be signing my own death warrant,” she exclaimed, her expression cocky but her eyes betrayed a hint of the fear she felt every time she considered the consequences.
Lottie's wild adventure 