“Watch that mouth, will you? Because I know just how to shut it.” “What, so you’ll slit my throat for calling you out, then?” I ask. He grins. “Oh, Little Swan.” He laughs momentarily, and goosebumps prick my skin at the deliciously cold glint that takes over his eyes. “The only reason I’ll ever spill your blood is if you ask me to. And trust me, with how much you’ve already affected me, it won’t take a lot of persuasion from you for me to get a taste of what I so madly crave.”
