My friends call me Wrath,” says Raffe. “My enemies call me Please Have Mercy. What’s your name, soldier boy?
Susan EeSure, I’m pissed off. But my actions are not entirely without thought. I might regularly open my mouth without thinking, but I never start a fight without consulting my brain. For this one, I figured I’d won as soon as I made the first move. Intimidation tactics like his are common among bullies. The smaller, weaker opponent is supposed to cringe and back off.
Susan EeI don’t know which is worse—that Raffe didn’t jump in to defend me, or that he bet that I would lose.
Susan EeAre you all right?” It’s a stupid question because there’s not much I can do for him if he isn’t all right, but it just tumbles out.
He snorts. “Aside from being beaned with a rock, I’ll live.
Why would you risk treason for a mud fight?”
“You have no idea how much I’d risk for an honest-to-God mud fight between two hot women,” says Dee.
The next time you have a quarrel with me, I'd appreciate it if you could just talk to me first before resorting to pelting me with rocks.
Susan EeWhat if they don’t let us go through?” I ask, trying not to move my lips.
“They will,” he answers from the dark recesses of the backseat footwell.
“How do you know?”
“Because you have the look they’re looking for.”
“What look is that?”
“Beautiful.” His voice is like a caress from the shadows.
Apparently,they’ve decided that’s a gray zone. It could get them all burned.” Then he adds in a whisper, almost to himself, “But the fire can be tempting.
Susan EeIt is not the gentle kiss of a couple on a first date, nor is it the kiss of a man driven by simple lust. He kisses me with the desperation of a dying man who believes the magic of eternal life is in this kiss.
Susan EeWe haven’t been strangers since I pulled you out of the slave quarters to train you as a soldier.
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