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“Rynnie?” I screeched in a war cry. We were beyond rule one at this point. “Hand over the ring, Finny, or I’ll do more than bite your arm.” “Oh, love,” he crooned, bringing the smug tilt of his lips close to mine. “The way you seduce me.”
rolled onto my stomach and shoved off into a run after that infuriating male to rearrange his balls.
“The most important part of the legend, Taryn, wasn’t that she was a virgin. Any maid would do, if so.” He tilted my head, then lowered his mouth to almost brush against mine, whispering, “It was that she be beautiful. And, love,” he paused, his voice growing rough, “your beauty is now proven legendary.”
“Finnan, is it?” “Finn for typical murder eyes moods. Finny for those extra stabby feelings. And Finnan for when I’m ready to walk sixteen feet away and point a stick at your heart as you come flying back to me.” “That’s beautiful, love.”
“That was my bargain, Rynnie. To put you above all others.” I threw her a sly, baiting smile. “You made the same one. Feel free to perform grand gestures for me at any time.”
Moon above, she was about as fun as being dumped into a bag of hissing opossums some moments and, in others, like floating through the star-flecked sky. Though, I was increasingly becoming fond of hissing opossums.
