He needed to tell the story out loud to release it from his heart. After managing to free one hand from Arthur’s stupid hot grip, he rubs his stinging eyes. “I really hate you,” he mutters. “Fuck. We don’t have time for this, I need to—” “Yeah.” Arthur leans down and steals a kiss. A feather-light blaze against Shae’s lips, searing him to the core. “Let’s banish that demon.”
