“Like the hair, killer.” Raj rocked back and forth on his heels, sending me one of his signature smirks—the one he said got all the ladies, but I hadn’t seen any ladies that he’d ever been with.
I removed my mate’s necklace for training and placed it in my bag, where it’d be safe. “Stop calling me that.”
“But it suits you.” He tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the ground next to me. Up the left side of his brown abdomen, he had a string of moonflower tattoos.
“I’ve killed two rogues so far.” I held up two fingers for emphasis, and then I removed my shirt and pointed to the tattoos on my back to make sure he fully understood that I was no rogue killer—yet.
He rubbed a hand against his scruff, his dark eyes taking in my tattoos. “Exactly, a killer.”
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