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I would set every valley ablaze with light for her.
“Your Vrika’s blood, Gahn Errok,” Warrek said, watching me through a narrowed gaze.
Either he was confused about why I’d stood glaring at the lanterns for so long...
Or he was watching me closely for any sign that I was about to keel over and thus spare them from wasting any Vrika’s blood on me.
Curse you, Warrek, for thinking a single arrow could take me down.
I reached for the jar.
“Thank you!”
A tiny white hand reached past me, taking the jar of Vrika’s blood from Warrek before I could grab it.
I turned (slowly and stiffly as I was unable to twist my torso) to find Zuh-Tephanie at my side.
I’d been so preoccupied with my own inner turmoil and the cursed glittering lights that I hadn’t even noticed she’d followed me in here.
Foolish, foolish Gahn. You should always know where she is.
I am doing many things wrong tonight.
“Hand it over so I may get this finished in peace,” I said to her, holding out my claws for the jar. A sudden wash of weakening pain made me squeeze my eyes shut briefly. When I opened them, I found Zuh-Tephanie’s gorgeous, strange eyes burning a hole through my head.
“Yeah, right. How do I know you’re not just going to pass out and die in some dark corner before you even get to use any of this stuff?”
“I doubt you’d care if I did,” I snapped.
Her slim brows flew upward.
“Wow. You really think I’m that heartless?”
“Oh, no,” I growled, stepping closer. Her scent wafted over me, making me even weaker than the pain did. “You are not heartless. I can see your dizzying pulse at your throat. It calls to me and mocks me, all at once. That heart is in there, alright. You just refuse to let me have it.”
She inhaled sharply through her nose, rolling her eyes up towards the entrance hall’s ceiling.
Why is she looking up like that? Do not tell me there is some even more impressive light display up there.
“I’m going to ignore how difficult you’re being because I know you’ve got to be in abuttloadof pain,” she said. She dragged her eyes back down from the ceiling to my face.
“What is abuttload?” I grunted.
“It means, like, a load. A lot.”
“Hmmph. What isbutt?”
Her cheeks inexplicably darkened to a luscious pink.
“Do you really need to know that right now?!”
“Yes.”
Let no man ever say I do not try to understand my precious mate.
She sighed forcefully and spun, transferring the jar into one arm against her side. With her free hand she gestured at... Her backside?
“You think I have a backside of pain?” I said, frowning, as she turned to face me once more.
