“You didn’t have to punch so hard.” Arran complained as he flew alongside my horse and worked his jaw as if it ached.
“Oh please. I pulled my punch and everything. There’s not even a mark.” Truth be told, my hand ached furiously, and I was quite sure that whatever the Fae were made of, it was sterner stuff than what Shifters were made of.
“It was quite entertaining though.” Peter chortled from my other side, and Arran and I both turned to glare at him.
“Nobody asked you!” We responded in tandem, and Peter pulled ahead with a wide grin on his face.
“Just kiss already and get it over with!” Peter called over his shoulder, and I considered punching him too. But maybe with my other hand. When I turned to face forward again, I could see Arran scowling out of the corner of my eye.
“Oh good
