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She needed information.
Westvane possessed answers.
Match made in heaven. Or on the dark side of hell.
Truly didn’t know. All she knew for certain was he promised not to hurt her, and for some reason, she believed him. Stupidity fueled by sleep deprivation, maybe. Wishful thinking, perhaps, but whatever the logic, she couldn’t back out now. Self-preservation forged ahead, setting her on a prescribed path. She needed to know how much trouble she was in before something else jumped out and surprised her.
“Truly — calm down.”
“Westvane — shut up.”
He huffed, the sound coming from right behind her.
“You don’t get to do that,” she said, voice soft in warning.
“Do what?”
“Boss me around.” Standing on the top step, she whirled to face him. He stepped down two treads. She pointed her finger right in his face. “Don’t think for a second that’s the way this is going to work. You might be bigger than me. You might be stronger than me. But I won’t stand for it. I won’t.”
Dark eyes steady, he met her gaze head-on. “I’m not bossing you around.”
“Sounded like it to me.”
“You misheard.”
She slammed her hands onto her hips.
“It was a suggestion.”
“Yeah, well, don’t do that either.”
He blinked in surprise. “Make suggestions?”
“Exactly. You do what you do, I’ll react the way I want. Got it?”
“Thought you wanted answers.”
“I do. What’s that got to do with anything?”
“If you don’t want me to talk, how —”
She growled at him. “I never said you couldn’t talk.”
His eyes danced, laughing at her. “I’m starting to feel under-appreciated.”
“I’m starting to feel the need to maim you.”
“I’m game, princess,” he said. “I’m always up for a good fight.”
Truly sighed. She could already tell. He was going to be ahugepain in the ass.
Forcing herself not to take the bait, she spun toward the house, marched across the porch, through the open door and into the foyer. Childish, maybe, but she didn’t care. She’d earned the right to riot months ago, when she lost her job.
A pang tightened her chest.
Truly clenched her teeth. Lodging a formal complaint had been a mistake. A miscalculation on her part, but then…
The inability to stay quiet in the face of unfairness — which she’d just proven by arguing with Westvane — wasn’t her strong suit. She was a doer. A put-idiotic-people-in-their-place kind of person, but filing a sexual harassment complaint against her boss qualitied as short-sighted.
