Dominic told her. “He’s not,” Patrick Sauvage agreed quietly. “We’re all fighters, now,” Blythe argued. She could see the doubt in Dominic’s eyes and needed to drive the wedge in. “Besides, you didn’t get that knife wound while picking daisies. You might not have been born a fighter and you might not have chosen it, yet sometime in your past, you’ve fought for your life. Fought hard. And won. That’s a saleable skill these days.” Dominic’s black gaze flickered over her face. Was he reading her mind, now? She kept her thoughts focused on her plan, just in case. Nial had explained that whatever Dominic might pick out of her thoughts, he would keep to himself. He had to read her mind if he was to hear what she was saying. She just wasn’t sure she wanted Dominic to know what she was thinking, even if he did keep it to himself. She had thought it would be odd dealing with a deaf man who could hear. Because he was no different from a person with full hearing, until this moment she had forgotten that he “heard”
