Sure. Whatever. She’s all yours.”<br />Daemon grinned. “That she is.”<br />My hand was twitching to connect with his face. “I am not yours.” A small part of me wanted his to deny my words, though.<br />“Shush it,” he said, walking up to me.<br />“How about I shush it right up you—“<br />“Kitten, your language is so unladylike.