“I’m fully aware of your ability to have fun,” I whisper—or moan; I’m not sure which is more likely, all things considered. Kingston’s gaze darkens, and he strokes a finger gently from my temple to my chin. “Don’t bait me, Queenie. Guilt is not an emotion I enjoy experiencing.” He steps back but then links his pinkie with mine and tugs me toward the ax-throwing stalls.
