Nahadoth’s head had turned with the blow. He lifted a hand to his lip, which was bleeding, and sighed. “I must work harder to keep my temper around you,” he said. “You have a memorable way of chastising me.” He lifted his eyes, and suddenly I knew he was remembering the time I had stabbed him. I have waited so long for you, he had said then. This time, instead of kissing me, he reached out and touched my lips with his fingers. I felt warm wetness and reflexively licked, tasting cool skin and the metallic salt of his blood. He smiled, his expression almost fond. “Do you like the taste?” Not of
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