Trace of Fever - Lori Foster [147]
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE AS TRACE DROVE AWAY from the area, a fierce emotion settled over Priss. It was final and dark, and scarier than facing off with Murray in a deserted, musty factory. Now that Murray was dead, what would she do? She glanced at Trace. What would they do? Even though he’d been careful with Alice, Priss could see that Trace was in a killing mood, silent and distant. He probably resented her involvement, because he saw it as interference. Given all that had transpired she understood his reaction. He’d had a long-term plan, and she’d thrown a kink in the works. Poor Trace. He was so methodical, so detailed in what he did, so quick to react in every situation, having someone like her around must have been a trial. What to do? When Priss lifted a hand to push her hair from her face, she noticed that, with the adrenaline wearing off, she shook like a freezing, wet cat. She also realized how badly her feet hurt in the stupid heels. Fighting back useless tears, she bent and remo
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