Rorick
I watched in enjoyment as her eyes, so open and trusting, turned dark with anger while red flushed her face.
Bait…? She hissed into my mind, the volume reaching uncomfortable levels. What exactly do you mean by bait, Rorick? A shiver ran through my spine as she said my name. She didn’t often, no need to announce who she was speaking to when she could decide who she wanted to hear her with just her thoughts. I didn’t want to admit it, and that anger in the depths of my mind roared at it, but I liked it.
“I need a distraction.” I grinned at her. I could see the moment my grin formed, her brows pulled down.
You have to be f*****g kidding me. She nearly growled as she barred her sharp teeth, long canines just poking out from behind her upper lip.
“Then what do you propose we do, sw
