“There you are…” King grabs Perse from around the waist, but she digs her heels into the grass. “No!” Her hands fly out to his chest. Shit. I wonder what King did to deserve her wrath. It’s not like Perse to fly off over anything. “You! You didn’t even say anything!” King’s face softens when he looks at her but hardens when he comes to me. “Because it’s not my place.”
