Sera raised her hands. She did not want to touch this guy. Not at all.
“Aren’t you even going to ask my name, Princess?”
She felt heat rise in her core. But she damped it down as best she could. She had to get this done quickly. There were still so many to go before they’d let her heal Quinn.
“I don’t need to know your name,” she said through clenched teeth.
He leaned toward her again, that smile still on his face. “Ah, but don’t you want to know it?”
She let her arms drop. “Not particularly, no.”
“Oh come now,” he said, his voice low. “You don’t have to play hard to get with me. I heard your heart speed up when I touched you earlier.”
“That’s called fear, you moron,” she said. “Now are you ready or what?”
He laughed and then closed his eyes, nodded his head with that stupid smile still on his lips. What she wouldn’t give to knock it right off his face. Or dust him.
And she could hardly believe she was thinking like that.
Sera tried to clear her mind and pretend that he was just another person asking for help. She fingered her necklace then placed one hand on his forehead and one on his chest. Taking a deep breath, she tried to center herself.
“Sean,” he said. “My name’s Sean. Not moron.”
“I’m pretty sure I got it right the first time,” Sera muttered.
“Oh, I like you, Princess,” he said, laughing. “I could get used to you.”
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