“Well, now.” Flynn’s teeth flash white in the gloom as he grins. “No one warned me that you’re such a beauty.” Gah. I croak a reply. “I think the blood splatters put people off.” His grin widens. And he’s still holding my wrist, keeping my knife away from him, yes, but also tracing circles on my pulse point with his thumb. I know that he’s a charmer, that he clearly makes a living from manipulating people, but god, if he stares at me like that for much longer, I don’t know what I’ll do. Kiss him, maybe. Scale him like a building. Tug on his dark red hair and beg him to say more nice things to
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