Emma
“You are touching me!”
Ace raises a brow, looking at me as if I was out of my mind.
“You can touch me!” I squeal, wiggling in his hold. “And I’m not turning to ashes.”
“You will fall,” he growls, annoyed, increasing his grip around me as I smile up at him.
I notice that he has his other arm, which he didn’t shift behind his back, and I think that Jax must be more attentive at not wanting to burn my skin as Ace tends to be head over heels when it comes to me.
Laying a hand onto his arm covered in scales, I push out a deep breath of relief. “How if you are holding me?”
“Don’t push your luck, mate,” he growls, but I can see the amused sparkle in his eyes.
I giggle, inhaling as my stomach churns. “Would you mind if we went away from all this blood? I’m starting to feel sic
