LUCY
Tavric looks smug.
No… he is smug.
Every line of his body radiates it, from the lazy set of his shoulders to the amusement dancing in those forest-green eyes, making them more charming, which in turn makes them infinitely more irritating.
Great going, Goddess, I think bitterly. Sending this silver-tongued hulk onto my path just to make me forget, even for a second, that I have sworn off men entirely.
"Thank you," I mutter finally, wetting my dry lips, desperate to steady the tremor in my voice. "Thank you very much for saving my ass back there, Tavric."
"You're welcome, Princess…"
He cocks his head slowly to the side, his gaze drifting to my throat in a way that makes me acutely aware of my own pulse.
"Although, a mere thank you won't suffice as a reward. What were you even thinking, wandering into an alley with a stranger? A male, at that… and you even—"
I press my index finger over his lips before he can finish.
