10
Quesadilla
“I can feel her.”
I could only handle two minutes of silence. It felt like twenty.
Kieran expelled a ragged and annoyed-sounding breath of air. “Are you shitting me?”
I peered at him, almost squinting. “That’s very progressive of you, Mr. Dire Straits and I Speak Like I’m Centuries Old Sire.”
He snorted. “I am centuries old. You’re a child to me.”
“Please.” My stomach rolled over. “You’ll only cheapen our relationship with that mindset.”
A curse from him, and he raked a hand through his hair. “We don’t have a relationship.”
“You woke my creature. We’ll always have a relationship.”
There was a beep, and he raised his hand to touch a button. As he did, I caught his slight grin. It was small, but there. And why that made me feel good, I didn’t know. I didn’t want to kn
