Logan snickered. “We were concerned. Didn’t mean to alarm you.” Small bruises lined Samkiel’s neck and shoulders, bite marks marring the heavy muscles of his chest. “You’re like her own personal chew toy,” I said with a laugh. “Why?” His voice came out a tad bit rougher than usual. “I don’t know. You tell me.” Samkiel gave me a frosty glare that shut me up, and I realized he was answering Logan’s question and completely ignoring me.
