The Witch Thief (Harlequin Nocturne)
“Joarr didn’t hide his interest; he let his gaze roam her body.
Amma jerked a scrap of a towel around herself. It barely met over her breasts and gaped outrageously at the side, revealing her hip, thigh and calf.
He stepped into the tiny bathroom. She stepped backward until her body was wedged between the toilet and the sink. His hands pressed against the tile wall behind her, he looked down.
“If you need drying, I’d be happy to help.”
Her gaze flitted to the side, as if she was trying to see around him—reinforcing his suspicion that she had been eavesdropping.
With that in mind, he stepped back and held out the paper his unexpected visitor had given him. “We have an invitation, a direct one this time,” he murmured. The fact that the Collector’s name was mentioned and he apparently wanted Amma aroused every suspicion Joarr had had toward the witch.
He would show her the paper, but not mention what the dwarf had said, at least not yet.
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