“Then why have you been avoiding me all day?” Shae fiddles with one of his rings again. “I thought you could probably use some space, after, well. I was really clingy last night, and I know that can be annoying.” Arthur frowns. “Have people told you that in the past?” “Not in so many words, but I’m not an idiot.” Arthur’s not an idiot either, and he recognizes the possessiveness surging up in him. He hates the idea of Shae cuddling up to past unknown swords for hire. But he hates the idea of Shae being shoved aside even more.
