“No. It’s just, if you can control me, then you can order me not to harm you. You’ll never have to worry about—” Dorothy’s eyes widened and she flung her body forward, pressing her hand to his lips and straddling his hips. “I trust you.” She threw the words out and smiled. “I forgive you. But if you betray my trust again, my machete will be put to use, just as your axe has been.”
