The way her pretty neck bends to look up at me is oddly attractive. Never thought I’d think someone’s fucking neck was a turn-on. I’ve been in Fifth Kingdom too damn long. Blue balls from the weather must be real. “Good news for both of us, Yellow Bell.” She frowns. “Yellow Bell?” I shrug. “It’s fitting. Flower’s yellow like your hair, and it tricks some people, because it might be pretty on the outside, but it’s pure poison.” Her eyes go dark. “My hair is blonde, not yellow, you incompetent brute.” I grin. “So you don’t deny the poison part? Interesting.”
