CHAPTER 220 INFILTRATION

MINERVA "Of course we are," Dominic replied softly, as I plopped to the ground and squatted. "She keeps me on my toes, this one." He continued, and Meredith gave him a conspiratorial smile before proceeding to assist another wounded individual. "Take off your shirt," I ordered coldly, then watched as his mouth curled up in a slow, mischievous smirk. "Oh, I missed you too, sweetheart." He whispered, his eyes lowering with desire, or perhaps pain. I eyed him sourly, then grabbed the hem of his shirt to lift it over his head. "Quite impressive, right?" he queried, his voice low and breathy as I pulled the shirt over his hands and tossed it aside. "What is?" I whispered, then gently prodded his ribs. He winced sharply, his heartbeat accelerating beneath the palm I rested on his chest. "The fact that we can now shift without getting naked is significant." My eyes snapped to his, and he gave me a boyish grin that stole my breath. "You have a fever," I muttered as I began to straigh