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Protecting his mother. Good God, he got the scar from protecting his mother. No wonder he was captivated by knives and weapons, strength, and self-defense. They’d been bound together in his soul, by blood and puckered flesh. Chopper had committed suicide. That much Sammi had told her. Where was his mother? Despite her arousal at being n***d in front of Loki, her heart was bleeding for the boy he’d been, attacked by a psychopath of a father. She was fairly good at keeping her emotions in check, but this story, told in a blasé tone, as if he were talking about pancakes instead of getting his face sliced open, tore her cool to shreds. Loki was playing with the butter knife and, suddenly, she was inspired.
“Do you want to put the knife on me?”
His eyes snapped to hers. “I’d never hurt yo
