She said my husband would like it,” I said, stressing the word. I laid the nail of my first finger near the top of his binding mark and dragged it lightly down the tree from the top of the leaves to the tip of the longest root. I looked up at him through my eyelashes to find him looking dazed. “Does he?” I prompted, and he responded with a silent nod. “I think I’m going to need your help to take it off,” I whispered. He gave a rough exhale, and when his eyes focused, they were decidedly hungry.
