Magnar inspected the sharp rock for a moment, arching an eyebrow at me before tossing it aside into the river. “Perhaps you’re the one who needs a good fuck, drakaina hjarta, you harbour a lot of anger in your soul.” “Maybe I’ll use that anger to stab you while you sleep,” I snarled, getting to my feet, my teeth grinding with irritation. “Feel free to try. But for now, as I said, it seems like we should take the opportunity to bathe while we have it. By all means, stay where you are if you intend to watch me.”
