And it’s off for crit…wheeeeee!
snippet:
She ran her tongue over her lips in a gesture that had fascinated him the past but now left him cold. “I heard you went deep, Puppy. What a shame.”
“I wish you wouldn’t call me that.”
“If wishes wore saddles, I’d have no need of a pony.” She laughed, a bright and tinkling sound like chimes of glass. Larissa lifted a brow and looked purposefully at Mina. “You might have done more for her, Puppy. You might have at least dressed her properly. It is your place, you know, to provide for her.”
The crowd dispersed around them, another dance starting. Alaric didn’t join it, and neither did Larissa. She ran a finger across the lace at his cuffs.
“She’s kept you tidy, I see. But then you always did clean up rather well. It’s a pity you haven’t seen fit to do the same for her.”
Before he could reply, she laughed in his face. “You’ve no idea what I mean, do you? Oh, by the Arrow, you do so amuse me more when I need not tolerate your simple head every day.”
The words stung but he only smiled.
If you enjoyed this post, make sure you subscribe to my RSS feed!
