157. Rune
Rune
Idrag my finger over Vameer’s scar as I lie on him on top of the altar.
The taste of honey still lingers on my tongue, and neither of us is in a hurry to leave.
He trails his fingers through my hair.
“Vameer?”
He hums.
“Are those human bones on the floor back there?”
His hand pauses.
I start to lift my head, but he presses my cheek back to his chest.
“If you pretend not to see those, I’ll introduce you to my new Irish friends.” I can hear the smile in his voice, so I know the bones aren’t from someone who makes him sad.
But that just makes me more curious.
I grin. “Take me to the pub!”
But I agree to nothing.
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