“All right, then. I take it that means that I should not attempt to touch your girlfriend?” “Oh, sinners,” Lorreth muttered under his breath. “She isn’t my girlfriend. She’s my mate,” Fisher said quite amicably. “And if any part of your body, literally any part of it, comes into contact with hers, then I will remove it.” Carrion thought about this. “What about if she’s hanging off a cliff by one hand and can’t hold on much longer? Can I touch her then?” “Where am I in this unlikely scenario?” “Probably dead.” Fisher just gave him a tight smile. “If I’m dead, then—”
