I remember how to channel it.
She struck out again, a glancing blow, before he caught her arms and pinned them against her body. So she used her teeth. Even as Baxter cursed in pain, the door burst in.
Nathaniel plucked him off the floor as he might a flea off a dog. Through the haze of her own vision, Megan saw there was murder in his eye. Hot-blooded. Deadly.
Nathaniel.
But he didn't look at her. Instead, he rapped Baxter hard against the wall.
Dumont,
isn't it?
His voice was viciously quiet, terrifyingly pleasant.
I've heard how you like
pushing women around.
Baxter struggled for dignity, though his feet were inches off the ground.
Who the
hell are you?
Well, now, it seems only fair you should know the name of the man who's going to rip out your damn heart with his bare hands.
He had the pleasure of seeing Baxter
blanch.
If s Fury, Nathaniel Fury. You won't forget it he rammed a fist low, into
the kidneys
will you?
When Baxter could breathe again, his words struggling out weakly, he wheezed, You'll be in jail before the night's out.
I don't think so.
His head snapped around when Megan started forward.
Stay
back,
he said between his teeth. The hot leap of fire in his eyes had her coming to a stop.
Nathaniel.
She swallowed hard.
Don't kill him.
Any particular reason you want him alive?
She opened her mouth, shut it again. The answer seemed desperately important, so she offered the truth.
No.
Baxter drew in his breath to scream. Nathaniel cut it off neatly with a hand over the windpipe.
You're a lucky man, Dumont. The lady doesn't want me to kill you, and I don't like to disappoint her. We'll leave it to fate.
He dragged Baxter outside,
hauling him along as if the man were nothing more than a heavily packed seabag.
Megan raced to the door.
Holt.
A shiver of relief worked down her spine when she spotted Suzanna's husband near the pier.
Do something.
Holt merely shrugged.
Fury beat me to it. You should go back in, you're getting wet.
But he's not really going to kill him, is he?
Holt considered a moment, narrowing his eyes against the rain as Nathaniel carted Baxter down the pier.
Probably not.
I hope to God you can't swim,
Nathaniel muttered, then threw Baxter off the pier.
He turned away and was striding to Megan before the sound of the splash.
Come
on.