answered. But is the only reason you’re debating it to punish me? Luka’s eyes narrowed at that question, and she knew he wanted that answer as much as Theon did. No, she replied. It was one word, but the feral want that flooded down the bond made her press her thighs together beneath Luka’s sweatshirt. Then on your knees, clever tempest, Theon answered. But Tessa? Yes? And her voice was breathy even down the bond. Only him. If anyone else touches what is mine, death will be a mercy.
