“He’s not a big talker, I’m afraid,” Talon piped up. I couldn’t see him, but his voice was getting closer. “Blades turn his big ass on, though. Oh, and blood.” He paused, and I felt his presence right behind me a second before he stepped around and froze, realizing my mask had been removed. A devastating grin took over his face, and I sucked in a breath as he invaded my space further, his hand brushing a few stray hairs back from my forehead. “Most of all, Big Mishy likes pretty things. And you might just be the prettiest thing we’ve ever had to play with.”
