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The malice didn't bother her, nor did the sideways, satisfied look Louis could be as sarcastic as he liked, make what fun he liked, he didn't bother her at all She was over hi to her now, but she was annoyed with Leo She knew her editor and his childish glee when he made the cauldron bubble, and that was, as Louis had just said, undoubtedly what he had hoped to do by sending Louis here He wanted to stir up a storm, create a dramatic story for the paper Cass had only wanted the media to shat he handed them; Leo was ruthless He wanted to plant his own story with the ingredients he chose He was quite cheerful about using her; like Cass! Were allit to her, not if she could stop it

'Never ,' she told Louis

He raised his brows 'I'? Because I don't take orders from my women'

'I'ht about it, then added angrily, 'And I never was!'

Maybe that was a tactical mistake, because his face darkened and he took on that familiar look of petulance She had wounded his o

'Weren't you, then?' he asked, and she tried to get up hurriedly, alarht her waist and yanked her backwards over his lap She couldn't stop herself falling He started kissing her hard while she was still off balance, her head back

over the iron arht hie and pain, his head shooting up

'You little bitch!'

He fingered his'Blood,' he said, stupefied by the sight of it on his finger 'Look what you did!'

Sian couldn't stay angry in the face of that incredulous, injured expression She began to giggle

That hen they both heard a rustling, the crack of a twig underfoot Louis hurriedly looked across the clearing and went a funny shade of puce

The nextaway, and Louis was on his feet, running Sian scrahter stopped as she looked up into Cass's face It was leaping with black rage and there was no humour in it anywhere

CHAPTER TEN

'So it isn't over, after all?' Cass's voice was congested, thick with rage or so at hier

'Yes, it is,' she began