“Tell me we’re all right. Tell me this didn’t break us.” “Promise you won’t use it on me again.” I hold his gaze and curl my fingers into the fabric of his shirt. “I promise,” he whispers, then kisses me softly. “Now, do you want your presents?” “Presents?” I arch my body up against his. “You lost two of your daggers fighting Solas. I had two new ones made.” A slow smile spreads across his face. “Just have to disarm me, and they’re yours.” I slide my hand down his chest and do just that.
