“Why in the seven rings of hell would you do that?” Rennick stepped into her space and wrapped his hand around her nape. “There is no longer any part of my body she has touched.” He kissed her forehead and felt her fury and jealousy dissolve. “You were wearing long sleeves,” she croaked. “She didn’t touch your skin.” He shrugged. “I’ll burn the shirt, too.” “Why is that attractive?” she muttered quietly, eliciting a wide smile from him. “I will kill her and serve you her head on a silver platter.”
