“You're a liar.”
“Yer a b***h, an' a right hot one at that.”
She rolled and was straddling his chest in one move, having pulled her combat knife and placed it against his jugular vein. The men began rushing over but he waved them off.
“Just her way of showin' affection, lads,” he called over before he grabbed her wrists and rolled her over. He pressed his lips against her mouth as they laughingly walked away.
“Yea, an' I'll repay evil with love,” he peered into her eyes before rolling away from her. “T'was Saint Patrick or some other Fenian bastard who said it, as I recall.”
“I'll never understand your people or your religion, just as I'll never understand you,” she breathed deeply of the scent of grass and the breeze from the lake. She pulled her knees up and enjoyed the feel of the
