His gaze snapped back to hers, and Black Fang lifted her chin by the smallest amount. She knew exactly what she was asking for. The surprise in his eyes only seemed to irritate her further.
'Even after all this time, I still have no fucking idea what to expect from this woman,' Quinlan chuckled inwardly. 'Can she be any more random?'
"Does that hurt?" Seraphiel asked, moving her palm.
"Yes. I'm dying."
Quinlan nearly choked.
This woman was not only a walking talking surprise, but also a terrible actor.
Black Fang tightened her grip on his coat, and he swallowed the laugh before it escaped. Her improvised complaint was growing more awkward every time Sera invited her to elaborate.
Yet beneath his amusement, affection filled him with such force that he wanted to pull her into his arms.
