Sin stares down at me for a long moment, a mix of respect and… something else on his face. “I accept your pledge and in return, I swear to protect you in the face of battle tomorrow. Now get off the floor—you don’t belong there.” He wraps a large hand around my bicep and pulls me against his chest. My breath catches as he leans forward to brush his lips against my ear. “But if you’re fond of kneeling, I can find a better purpose for it.”
