I jump up, forgetting the severed hand was still in my lap. We watch as it rolls across the floor. Huh. That went farther than I thought it would. I throw my arms around Okot’s neck. “Thank you!” I kiss him square on the mouth. Okot doesn’t even hesitate before cradling my neck in his massive hand and deepening the kiss. “What the fuck?” I hear Evert mutter. “That’s how you react when he cuts off some guy’s hand and brings it to you like it’s a fucking daisy?” I pull away from Okot, my lips pink and swollen from his very thorough attention. “So sweet, right?” I beam.
