Head bent forward, hands loosely knit, Pierce looked at me with a narrowed gaze. “Are you trying to get me to kiss you, Emma Lion?” “I…” “I invoke protocol number one.” Pierce stood. “The sun is out, some air would be nice. I need to go to The Keep. Care to come along?” “That— Yes. Good idea.” I stood as well. “I’ll go up and—” But Pierce had taken my hand, bent down as he pulled me just off my balance, and kissed me. Twice.
