“Well, you dropped your skirt in front of me once, Nina Harrow. By all means, do it again.”
I whacked him, my hand glancing the back of his head.
“You disappoint me,” he said happily. “That deserved a closed fist, at the very least. One of these days, I’ll teach you to hit me properly.”
“Keep talkin’ and it’ll surely come to me.”
“Ah, there’s that Scurry mouth.” He tied off the rope with a flourish. “Like cornering a feral cat.”
I tasted blood when I swallowed, breathed deeply to collect myself. “You might just be the most infuriating man I’ve ever met.”
He stood, as well as a man his height could stand in close conditions. “I’m honored. And what of Teddy, son of a lord. What is he to you?”
The bloodlust lingered. “Your exact opposite.”
“Figured that much out for myself. First time
