His hands were tightened around me as we flew over various sceneries all the way to his hoard. If I was not so frightened of falling off his beast to the ground, if I did not fear the image of death painted in my mind if I fell and dashed my head against one of the many rocks beneath, I would have pushed out of his embrace.
It did not sit well with me. Not when the memory of the hands on Pixie. I felt it was pointless to be upset. I had reduced myself to a fool and herein lay the consequence.
He whispered words into my ear as he held on to my waist, words that would have warned my blood if I never caught him with Pixie. I yanked my hand out of his as he guided me through the dark path to the vault containing his treasures.
“Here, you may have this.” He pulled a bracelet from a pil
