Page 64 of Property of Scythe
“You mean we’ll share our blood.”
“Yeah.”
That’s sort of scary and a little overwhelming. “What will happen to me?”
“We’ll be linked. It’s not enough to do more than that. But you’ll live a little longer and you’ll become more resistant to diseases and bacteria.”
No shit? “I won’t ever get sick again? Sign me up!” I joke.
“Well, it’ll happen less, that’s for sure.” He’s grinning so wide that I see his dimple pop.
“Let’s do it.”
“You sure?” His hopeful expression reminds me of a puppy with those caramel brown eyes. He’s too adorable when he’sbeing sweet like this.
“I am.”
Scythe lowers his head and kisses me. “We do this here in front of the scarecrow.”
“Why?”
“Because what one of them sees, they all see.”
“Oh.”
“And because they’ll know you’re mine,” he adds with a sexy growl.
Okay. I’m fine with that.
Scythe pulls out his knife and lifts my hand. “I’m sorry. This is going to sting.”
I nod, not trusting my voice, because I might whimper, and I don’t want him to worry. He uses the tip of the knife to score a line down the center of my palm. I suck in a breath because it stingsandit hurts, but I don’t cry.
He turns the blade on himself and slices his palm without hesitation, and then presses our hands flat together. There’s an expectant expression on his face, and I wonder what this is going to feel like. Will I have any weird tingles or flutters in my belly?
Nothing happens.
“How do you feel?”
“The same,” I admit.
Scythe frowns. “I guess I thought there might be a reaction.”
“A reaction!” I screech.
He laughs and keeps our palms connected. “Baby, it’s okay.”
“You’re an ass.”
That really gets him going, and soon he’s almost doubling over, clutching at his stomach with his other hand.
“Scythe.”
“Lottie, I love you.”
That causes me to pause, which is also the second I focus enough to realize I’m turned on. Like,reallyturned on. My core is throbbing, and I look up at him, unable to disguise my need.
“Oh, fuck.” That’s all he says before his mouth is on mine.
