I hefted the heavy strap over my shoulder and went to the door, Priest pulling it open for me. “You so much as flinch, I’ll be there,” he promised quietly, much to my surprise. I looked into his face and saw the almost joyful anticipation there. He wanted the mark to come at me just for a chance to exact violence on him. A little shiver tore down my spine, and I thought, not for the first time, that Bea was much more of a badass than me if she’d somehow won the heart of Priest McKenna and survived his brand of affection.
