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Seeing the answering grins peeking out of the lather both men now had on their faces, Shea couldn’t resist a bit of payback. “I hope you three took a piss when you got out of the water.” “Huh?” “You know there are little fishes that will swim up your pisser and lay eggs. Only way to get that out is to take a piss right after getting out. Forces them back out.” Buck shot a wide eyed glance at Eamon, “He’s kidding, right?”
She grumbled to herself and pulled faces in the dark. He hadn’t even let her finish her question.
“Shane, please.” Eamon sounded more rattled than Shea had ever heard him, even worse than that time he’d ripped her apart after the run in with the revenants. She didn’t like that tone in his normally authoritative voice. The man should never sound like his world was about to cave in on account of her. It didn’t sit well with her.
“Not very pretty.” The old man looked her up and down and then cocked his head. “Kind of scrawny too.” Shea stared back at him with the blankest expression she could muster. He’d have to do better than that if he wanted to offend her. She’d never put much stock in her looks. They were always just there. Like the sun or the sky. Neither helping nor hindering. Her strength, speed and capability were infinitely more important.
“It’s true. Your beauty isn’t the type to outshine the likes of Indra.” Ha. Shea knew it. “But there’s more to attraction than the exterior packaging. The color of your eyes has been burned into my brain since that man ripped away your hood in Edgecomb. The feel of your body when I caught you on the wagon has tormented me in dreams ever since. I never know what is going on behind those eyes of yours.” He gave her a wicked smile and Shea’s breath caught at the sight. “You are a constantly evolving puzzle. It drives me mad, and for someone like me, who can guess an opponent’s move before they
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