Linsley's expression was flat, his grip unwavering. "The Superpower God's human incarnation shouldn't be complaining about something as trivial as this. Suck it up and deal with it."
Aurielle stared at him, her mouth opening and closing in mock outrage. "Excuse me? Just because I'm the Superpower God doesn't mean I'm immune to the indignity of having my hair used as a leash!"
She tugged at his grip, her tone turning sarcastic. "Do you plan to drag me around by it? What's next? A collar?"
Linsley's tone was equally sharp. "If that's what it takes to keep you from running off, don't tempt me."
His eyes narrowed as he leaned closer, his voice low but firm. "Don't even think about leaving. I'm not letting you out of my sight, and you're going to stay with me—where I can keep an eye on you."
