*Lupo*
Lupo... she had never called me by that name before. It went straight to my gut, tightening it. I like the way it sounds on her lips. Bloody hell, if I'm honest, I like everything that has come from her lips since she woke up in my bed. Even the tart tones are starting to appeal to me. She has backbone, I have to give her that.
I try to imagine what it would be like to know nothing about oneself. It would be like falling into a great unknown. How many people, I wonder, would simply stay in bed and pull the covers over their heads until they remembered something?
But not her.
She straightens her spine and charges into the fray. Oh, she grumbled and questioned, but I can hardly hold those reactions against her. I suspect I would have been pounding my fists into something. I would
