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“Think you might be right.” Pyro nodded, holding Skylar protectively.
“Are you guys just gonna sit here and let them kill them?” Skylar asked.
“Cupcake won’t kill her.”
“You sure about that, King?” Skylar challenged, then pointed her finger towards the fray. “Look.”
Turning to Bailey, we all watched as she sat on top of Karen, strangling her while simultaneously pounding her head against the hardwood floor.
The poor woman’s lips were turning blue.
King’s chair scraped against the floor.
Cursing, he shouted, “Damn it, Cupcake! You can’t kill her!”
Bailey laughed maniacally. “Watch me!”
Standing before Henley, who was sitting on the counter in my bathroom, I dipped a washcloth in the warm water before rinsing off her knuckles. They were a bit swollen and one of them was bleeding.
“Gotta say, Princess, I wasn’t expecting you to fight like that.”
“I hate fighting.” She grimaced as I wiped away some of the blood on her knuckles. “Devlyn is the one who enjoys fighting. I try to avoid it if possible.”
“Where did you learn to fight?”
“Dad. He believed we needed to know how to protect ourselves, so he enrolled Dev and I in every martial arts class he could find. Dev is a black belt in Karate and proficient in Krav Maga. I only learned enough to keep me alive. We’re also trained in hand-to-hand combat and most weapons.”
“Smart man. Wish I could have met him.”
“He was quiet like me. Preferred books to people. Mom was the social butterfly. Dev takes after her.”
“I don’t know, Princess, you can be social too.”
“Only in the right setting. Scribe, I’m sorry Devlyn started the fight. She was only trying to protect me.”
“She didn’t start anything, babe. Those women have been trouble ever since Bailey arrived. It wasn’t our first rodeo with them,” I said, leaning over and kissing her knuckles. “There. All fixed.”
“Thank you.” She blushed. “Scribe?”
“Yeah, Princess.”
“When you said you claimed me. What did you mean?”
“What do you think I meant?”
“That you want me.”
I nodded. “It’s true. I do want you.”
“Does claiming me mean that I’m yours forever, or just until you want someone else?”
Tilting her head up so I could look into her eyes, I whispered, “Forever, baby. You’re mine, forever.”
“I’ve never been with anyone, Scribe.”
“I know that, darlin’, and I promise I will go as slow as you need.”
“What if I don’t want you to go slow?”
