“I’ll kill him once you’re gone,” I manage to add. Those eyes twinkle down at me. “That’s very kind of you, Anietta.” I watch, dazed, as Flynn takes the hand still holding my knife and lifts it to his mouth, the blade bobbing in the air. Warm lips graze the back of my hand, his eyes holding mine the whole time as he bows over my knuckles like a gentleman. “Much appreciated,” he says, the words vibrating into my skin. Jesus.
