Page 9 of Witch's Exile
Listening to their good-natured ribbing made me smile. It gave me a sense of normalcy and home, despite my psychotic, murderous grandmother clawing at my mind and vowing to kill me.
"There's that smile, beautiful." Sal looked down at me adoringly. "Wait until you try my venison stew tonight. I'll make you fall in love with me all over again."
"Sounds amazing," I beamed up at him then grabbed his shoulders to reach up for a kiss, not caring about the dead animal across his shoulders or the sticky blood now all over my hands.
He grinned as he kissed me back. Somewhere in the distance, Ash made a noise of disgust.
"It's been a long time since you kissed me while I'm covered in blood," Sal said as we turned back toward the house. "Times are definitely different now."
I chuckled. "I think I'd rather kiss you for bringing home dinner than killing hundreds of enemies on a battlefield."
"You don't have to choose, beautiful." His emerald eyes lit up with twin flames, determined and ruthless. "It might not be on a battlefield like before, but I'll still happily carry the lifeless bodies of our enemies and lay them down at your feet."
