King Jon's POV
"What the hell were you thinking, following me like that, Sephora? You could have been killed." I knew the moment I uttered the words, how ridiculous I sounded. Sephora might easily have taken care of the rogues and that just upset me more. I wasn't even certain why I was so distressed. Maybe it was the smear of blood along her shoulder and the bruise on her face from the earlier battles. I swore under my breath and rubbed a hand over my face.
Sephora smirked at me. "Just say thank you and we'll call it good."
I looked at my hands and held them up for her to see. "Look at this. I itch, actually itch to shake some sense into you." my palm slid over the top of her head, down her hair to the nape of her neck. I pulled her closer, bent my head, and kissed her. It was brief,
