“You are not as skilled in concealment as I would have guessed,” Shining Talon said, “for a thief.” “Say that to my face.” Rags tilted his chin up, breathlessly defiant. The furrow of confusion in Shining Talon’s brow slung a jolt of heat low through Rags’s belly. It also brought him to his senses. Whatever he was entertaining, he needed to stop. Shining Talon took him too seriously, followed his whims too completely. “I am saying it to your face,” he replied.
