“Look at that. Gods do know how to bow.” “If you wanted me on my knees, Dianna, all you had to do was ask. You know that.” “Tempting.” She rocked the blade under my chin, forcing my head back. “You should grow the scruff back, though. I like the way it tickles.” “Whatever you want.” Her smile was all fangs and cold brutality. “Whatever I want?” “Always.” “I do want something from you.” She leaned a fraction closer, the tip of her blade pressing into my neck. “I need you to bleed.”
