CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
RAE
“If you stab me every time we need to talk, I’ll end up dead.” He’s clutching at his bleeding forearm and shadows are already rushing to staunch the wound.
“Tell me of another way then!”
“Cut a fine line. Slap me. Punch me.”
“Like this?” I throw a punch at his face but he grabs my fist and stops it, giving me a savage grin.
“I’m here now. And keep your thumb tucked under when you punch or you’ll break it.”
I snatch my hand back. “Maybe I should kick you in the nuts.”
“So much violence. Not in the cock?”
“You’re right, why not? That would be harder to miss. I feel kind of sorry for you, in fact.”
One brow goes up. “You do? Why?”
“With that thing hanging between your legs, walking must be really uncomfortable.”
“You worry about me?”
“You? No. I’m worried about your cock. Wouldn’t want Big Fellow to get hurt as you walk about.”
“Are you saying I have a very big cock?”
“Am I wrong?”
His grin widens. “You like my very big cock.”
“I’m fond of it, yeah. But that’s not the point.”
“Isn’t it?”
I grab the front of his shirt, shake him. I want to laugh but I also want to cry some more, and I won’t. I won’t do either. “Jai… Are you okay?”
He cups my face. “Are you?”
I nod.
“Gods, the thought of losing you… I can’t ask you to be with me. I shouldn’t be around you. I’m bad news.”
“Don’t do that.” I shake him some more. “You can’t push me away now. You can’t break me, Jai.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“I am.”
“The future isn’t bright for me. Remember the prophecy?—”
“Screw the prophecy.” A breath shudders out of me. “I know who you are. I know. You should have told me right away.”
“Makhair… My love.”His eyes glitter. His mouth trembles. “I wasn’t sure. When you told me you’re finnfolk, I doubted my instinct. You’ve changed.”
“So you said. Something?—”