A Soul to Guide (Duskwalker Brides, #4)

by Opal Reyne

“I’ve always wanted to ask,” Raewyn whispered, despite his warning. “Do you carry weapons? You know... for fighting against Demons?” “What kind of question is that?” he snapped back in a low tone. “Of course, I do. Only an idiot would walk around the forest without a weapon.” Raewyn bit her tongue. Did he just call me an idiot? She didn’t have any weapons! I guess he is my weapon, though. Go forth, meat shield.

A reddish-pink glow sparked in her vision. Then, in a quiet, almost shy voice, he grumbled, “I got fat.”