Daniel demanded as he stormed into James’ tent. The sentries outside had merely watched as he angrily approached and barged in. They were fools to trust him. Then again, several people angry enough to kill him probably stormed into James’ tent on a daily basis. And yet the bastard still lived. “My correspondence,” James replied smoothly, setting his pen down on the table. “While it is annoying, I hardly think it warrants such theatrics.” “Why do you have Tarrant following Lieutenant Ashbury?” “Why do you care?” James countered. At Daniel’s silence, he smiled. With his dark hair and eyes, olive complexion and perfect teeth he was a gorgeous snake, and he knew it. That smile had long ago lost the ability to fool Daniel. “Isn’t this what you want?” His comment threw Daniel into confusion. “What I want? What do you mean?” James rose from his chair and walked over to Daniel, stopping just in front of him. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back and simply regarded Daniel for a long moment.
