A moment later, Flossie Wright stopped resisting and seized control amidst her fury.
The intense kiss left one of them with a bitten lip, the taste of blood rapidly spreading inside their mouths, filling their senses with the metallic tang.
Finally—
They parted.
Blood still lingered on the edge of her lips, but in that instant, Flossie held a dagger in her palm, placing it against Glenn Hutchinson's neck as she pulled away.
"Remember your identity!"
Her breathing somewhat erratic, Flossie tightly furrowed her brow, her eyes full of threatening intent.
Damn!
She had been outwitted by him again!
The thought alone infuriated Flossie.
The grip around her waist tightened, as Glenn Hutchinson's hand slightly lifted, taking hold of her hand that was holding the dagger.
A faint smile curved his lips, Glenn Hutchinson lowered his eyes to gaze at her, nearly teasingly he said, "Are you saying that only officials are allowed to start fires?"
