Nerthus
“Why are you whispering?” He says nonchalantly, and I roll my eyes, wetting my lips.
“Arawn. There is someone in the house. Before you came, someone tried to get me outside and messed with the trash. As I wanted to get back in, the door was open! Whoever they are, they are in here.” I answer in a whisper-shout.
His rumbling laughter has me jumping. Literally.
“It was you then.” I hit him playfully. “You asshole.”
“No.” He says, still chuckling.
“What?”
“There is absolutely someone here.”
“What’s funny? Are you f*****g psycho?”
“Yeah.” He simply states, laughing again.
Raising back up to his full high, he opens his leather jacket, showing me his left side.
“Take it.”
I take a step forward automatically, just to flinch back at the sight of it and cross my arms. “Nuh-uh. I
