Page 112 of Sky’s Edge

“Baby, your nails are lethal.”

“What?”

“You tore my back to shreds.”

I pushed up. “What?”

“This is not a complaint.”

“Turn around,” I demanded.

“As you know, I’m a demon. I’ll heal in five minutes.”

I slapped his generously swelled pec. “Turn. Around.”

He shifted to his side so I could see his back.

Whoa.

I did a number on him.

Yikes.

He dropped to it and pulled me on top of him.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” he murmured, his hands moving on me.

Actually, all over me.

“I should put a medi-pad on it.”

“Again, they’ll close in five minutes.”

“But medi-pads have antibiotics in them.”

“In the unlikely event I have one, my body will beat back an infection within an hour.”

“I know. But if I put a medi-pad on it, your body won’t have to fight an infection.”

“Can we not tarry on this unimportant conversation so I can tell you Mira’s new plan?”

Mira had a new plan?

“I haven’t decided yet if⁠—”

“Stop it, sweetheart,” he whispered. “You crossed me. I reacted. Foolishly. You apologized. I apologized.”

Hold on.

“Did I miss your apology?” I asked.

That damned gorgeous grin returned. “I shot it into you twice. And ate it out of you once. And I put a fair amount of effort into all of that.”

I refused to quiver with happy memories and instead frowned down at him.

“Do you want to know Mira’s plan?” he inquired.

“Is it going to annoy me?”