“Your husband has the temper of a rabid cat,” Aydun said, striding toward the opening. Poppy’s head jerked back as her gaze swept over the Fate. “Uh…” Aydun gave me a one-finger salute as he entered the opening. Once he was through, the tear closed behind him with a faint pop. I hadn’t moved. I was cemented to where I stood, the air locked in my chest. Blinking, Poppy turned her head toward me. “Were his…nipples pierced?”
