I snort at that. “Absolutely not.” Nadir’s mouth stretches into a slow smile. “Afraid you’ll like it?” “Hardly. I’m not sure how I could possibly stomach it. He’ll see right through the green pallor of my skin.” “Do you have a better plan, Inmate?” “Stop calling me that,” I hiss, leaning forward. Mael unfolds himself from his position at the fireplace. “If you two could stop flirting, maybe we can get on with it? You’ll argue and bicker in your fucked up little version of foreplay and then you’ll agree, Lor. This is the only way.”
MAEL GETS ITTTTT
