“Is this how you treat all the people who save your life, or is this a new thing for you?” I grind out the words through clenched teeth, mocking his first ones to me. “I wouldn’t know, seeing that no one has ever saved me before.” There’s the ghost of a smirk on his face, offering me a glimpse of that annoying dimple. “Well, let me enlighten you. When someone saves your life, a polite thank-you will suffice.” “Maybe,” he sighs and leans in closer, “but not for those who steal from me.”
