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Couldn’t he see she was flirting with him?

When Kane lowered his arm, Charlotte touched the tip of the sword tattooed on his biceps. “What does this one mean?”

“In some cultures,” he said, his tone gruff, “it symbolizes judgment.”

Judgment. She hadn’t expected that. Had thought someone like him would’ve chosen a different emblem, something that meant power or perhaps antiestablishment. Power to the people and all that. A hand with the middle finger sticking up.

Maybe there was more to him than she’d thought.

“What are you doing here, Red?” He looked pointedly at her hand still on his arm, her fingers caressing the smoothness of his skin as if of their own will.

Good question. What was she doing here? Her first instinct was to leap back, to put as much distance between them as possible. But that would defeat her purpose, wouldn’t it? She could do this. She would do this. Kane would be hers for one night.

She’d come too far to back down now.