“He's my friend, okay? Why won't I be worried about him?” I placed my hands on my waist, and stared down at them, eagerly waiting for their questions which I know are still coming.
“Friends don't hug each other, do they?” Fyre smirked. “Tell me, Palt. Do you love to be punished so much that you seek men out, to enrage us?” His eyes locked me in place, daring me to take a step back or deny his words.
“We grew together.” I wasn't phased by the looked on his face because I'd gotten used to it. I know that my handsome kinds are all bark and no bites — well, to me. I don't know what they do to others.
But if what they did to Grog is what they do to their enemies, then, I take back what I just said earlier about them being all bark. They are devilish men, who punish others without batting an eye. I haven't forgotten the guard Fyre killed on the day we first had sex.
