"Tell him to put them in a metal drum or something, buried in salt, douse them in gasoline, and light them on fire. And then throw the whole drum away without touching the contents."
"You can tell him yourself when you go back to the Kimball territory."
I jerked my head away from his chest and stared up at him. "What the fuck? I'm not going back there. Are you trading me to him for something, or — I'm not going to just meekly let you —"
"No!" Jace sounded as aghast as I felt, and his eyes went wide with shock. "Fuck no. I'm not trading you — no. Of fucking course not!"
"Then what the fuck did you mean?" I snapped.
His lips were too close.
His arms were around me, one hand in my hair again. If he tilted my head a little, we'd be kissing.
"I meant Kimball sounded like he'd be seeing you soon," he said. "So I — assumed. I mean. You two know each other a lot better than I'd thought."
