12
Knox
“Feeling better?” I asked, my hand on the bed so I could lean over Eve.
She looked better. I swear she’d turned as white as a ghost right before she emptied the contents of her stomach onto that b***h’s dress. It wasn’t like Piper who’d have punched the woman or pulled a gun on her, but Eve’s action was quite effective.
She nodded.
“That stepsister of yours, when she screeches, she sounds just like a scalded cat.”
Eve’s lips turned up, just as I’d hoped. “You’ve heard lots of scalded cats?”
“No, and I’ve never heard a woman make that sound before.”
After she’d ruined Marina Jamison’s dress, I scooped Eve up and carried her home, not stopping until we were in my bedroom. The miners could tend to the affected women.
“Neither have I,” Jed said, coming into the room carrying a
