“Damien?” She nudged him. “Oh, right.” He grabbed her much more tightly then, dropping his voice. “Ready to go, my little prisoner?” Amma almost giggled, tingling under his grip, but only cleared her throat, putting on her best wide-eyed, innocent look. “It’s not really up to me, is it, Master Bloodthorne?” Damien growled in her ear as he walked them down the steps into the earth that had opened up. “Careful talking like that, or I’ll think you really are mine for the taking.”
Ahhhhhhh. Freaking out. Fangirling. Miss rabbit has fainted. Miss rabbit has fainted again
