Marina watched Alejo leave the bar out of the corner of her eyes then shifted her gaze back to Sparrow as he held her face. There had never been any kind of tenderness between them so holding her face was really him squeezing her jaw painfully. It hurt, but she knew this was going to get so much worse if she was going to look the part and send the right message.
Every instinct told her to fight or fun or at least scream, but she gritted her teeth and just kept her eyes trained on him. "Good. I'm sure I'll need a good fight after being stuck with those mutts."
She wasn't really a fighter, if she could help it. There was a reason her weapon of choice was knives. She liked to throw them from afar and rid herself of a problem before it got up in her face and became a bigger problem. Today that wasn't an option.
Choking out a laugh, she looked up through her lashes at Sparrow and shook her head. "I was pretty sure you were going to kill me that day but it seemed like a better option than living on the streets for the rest of my life. But who knows, maybe I made the wrong choice," she said, her mouth curving up into a smirk.