In the silence that followed, violent anger hit Blay from out of
nowhere.
Now his hands shook for a different reason.
“So,” Saxton said hoarsely. “How was your night?”
“What the hell happened down there?”
Saxton loosened his tie. Unbuttoned his collar. Took yet another
deep breath. “Family tiff, as it were.”
“Bullsh*t.”
Saxton shifted exhausted eyes over. “Must we do this?”
“What happened—”
“I think you and Qhuinn need to talk. And once you do, I won’t have to worry about being jumped like a felon again.”
Blay frowned. “He and I have nothing to say to each other—”
“With all due respect, the ligature marks around my neck would
suggest otherwise.”
-Lover at Last, pg. 188 of the galleys

Autore: J.R. Ward