dangerous.” “I have wing bones.” “Wing bones might keep you alive, but they won’t keep you safe.” I tapped his bicep, which hardened under my fingertips. “I have you for that.” Then I flexed my own biceps, which bulged . . . slightly. “I may look harmless, but I can cause my fair share of harm.” “Undoubtedly, but the harm you’d cause wouldn’t be with your arms; it would be with your sharp tongue.” His gaze landed on the seam of my lips, which made my tired body wake right up as though my herbal tea had been laced with Red Bull. I leaned infinitesimally closer to him. A wasp seduced by fire. My
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