Hot for Slayer

by Ali Hazelwood

“Why do I get the impression that you’re lying to me?” Dammit. “Because you hit your noggin, and your impressions are out of whack?” “Nah.” His voice is dark. “That’s not it.” “No offense, but someone who won’t know whether he’s circumcised until he takes a peek inside his underwear may have less-than-excellent instincts when it comes to—”

“Aethelthryth, nothing would make me happier than having you with me here, or in any other place that I will call home, for as long as I live. Please, come in.”