"She's fine," I tell him casually, looking at my black nails. "More than fine last night, actually." Ashwood leans back from the table, folding his arms. "Is this your poor attempt at making me jealous?" "Not at all," I taunt. "Just reiterating that she's alive and well." "I should hope so," he replies. "Because if anything happens to her while in your care, I'll dig your grave myself."
