I glanced sideways at him, eyebrow raised. "Is that because he 'touched what's yours'?" I mimicked his deep voice, with a teasing smirk tugging at the corner of my lips.
He yanked me closer, pulling me so that I had to shift until I ended up sitting at his waist. His legs came up with a satisfied smile, like he’d won some silent battle, and then he released my finger. "No," he said seriously, his voice low. "It's because he hurt what's mine."
I leaned back against his solid chest, the warmth of him seeping into me, and grabbed a boar roll, taking a hearty bite. "Oh, fair enough."
He chuckled softly, his voice rumbling through his chest. "You took the news of my homicidal feelings quite well." His tone was playful, though the words were heavy with meaning. "Plus, I do not sound anythi
