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Ordinarily, my manners would compel me to introduce myself despite how uncomfortable he makes me, but I’m on a mission right now and can’t be deterred.
“Sure we have,” I say, even though we haven’t. “You’re Uhtred of Bebbanburg. I’ve watched many seasons of your show. Big fan. Now, if you’ll excuse me…”
I try to brush past him, but he grabs my hip, stopping me right next to him.
My heart nearly stops.
His firm touch should make my skin crawl, but it doesn’t. It does make me nervous, and I look up at him with more caution than before.
“You haven’t told me who you are,” he states immovably.
“A farm girl.”
He smirks, his gaze traveling over my body with interest before returning to my face. “Yes, I can see that. Does the farm girl have a name?”
“She does, but she’s very busy right now.” I push his hand off my hip, relieved that he lets me, then try to move past him.
“Pigs to feed, cows to milk. I get it.” Despite saying that, he moves to continue blocking me. At least this time, he doesn’t touch me. “Are those contacts?”
A wave of annoyance tinged with self-consciousness moves through me. “No. I have heterochromia. One brown eye, one blue. All natural.”
He nods. “I like it. Now, your name.”
His command should annoy me, but I realize he won’t leave me alone until he has it, so I give it to him. “It’s Sophie.”
“Silvan,” he offers.
I cock an eyebrow. “Your name is Silvan?”
He nods somberly. “My parents are assholes.”
Reluctantly, I crack a smile.
“It’s a nice name. I’ve just never heard it before. Silvan what?”
“Silvan Koch. Do I get a last name, too?”
“Sophie Bradwell,” I say since he’s apparently obsessed with learning my name. “Now, it’s been a pleasure, but I really have to…” I lean over to peer around his shoulder, but when I do, Harley Quinn is no longer being harassed by Batman—she’s being ravished by Joker. Judging by the way he has her pinned against that wall and the way her arms are locked around his neck, she is much more amenable tohisattention.
Silvan glances over his shoulder to see where I’m looking. “Friend of yours?”
I shake my head. “Some creep was bugging her. I was going to help her out.”
He smirks. “She must like creeps.”
I roll my eyes. “Not the guy she’s making out with, some other guy dressed as Batman. I guess Joker scared him off.”
“Villains are better. Clearly, she agrees.”
I’m taken off guard when Silvan suddenly reaches out and traces the curve of my jaw with his finger. The touch alone causes my breath to catch and my tummy to tumble, but then there’s the intense way he’s looking at me…
“Well, if you’re into villains, I don’t know what you’d do with a sheltered farm girl like me anyway,” I say with forced lightness, trying not to let his touch affect me.
He shrugs nonchalantly, but I can see interest glinting in his eyes as he drops his hand. “I have some ideas.”
I bet you do.
Since he’s looking at me like he’d like to devour me, I can guess what kind of ideas he has, and I don’t want any part of them.
