She lifted her middle finger to his back and before she could lower her hand, he spun around and grabbed her wrist. “If you do that to the king, you will no longer have a finger to raise.” She snapped her jaw shut from its unhinged position and nodded dumbly. “Sorry,” she whispered. Sam’s eyes bounced between hers, and she thought the corner of his mouth lifted a fraction. “No, you are not.”
This guy is giving mindreader....
