“Where did she touch me?” he repeated, punctuating every word as he held out his arms. “I was distracted. Show me exactly where.” Her eyes turned to slits. “This isn’t a fucking joke, Rennick.” “I’m not laughing, love.” Annoyance pulled at her mouth. “Your right arm.” “Where on my right arm?” She stared for a moment and touched his upper arm lightly. “Here.” Leaning down, he removed a dagger from his boot, held it against his skin, and sliced downward, flicking his wrist outward to remove a thin layer of skin.
YOU KNOW WHAT HELL YEAH. I have no choice but to stan.
