pritkin

Pritkin, it__ a hotel room, not a death trap!_ A glance over his shoulder showed him impatient blue eyes under a fall of messy blond curls. __nyway, you__e here.___ can__ protect you from everything,_ he forced himself to say, because it was true. It was also frankly terrifying in a way that his own mortality was not. He__ never had children, but he sometimes wondered if this was how parents felt when catching sight of a fearless toddler confidently heading toward a busy street. Not that his charge was a child, as he was all too uncomfortably aware. But the knowledge of just how many potentially lethal pitfalls lay in her path sometimes caused him that same heart-clenching terror.And the same overwhelming need to throw her over his lap and spank the living daylights out of her, he thought grimly, when she suddenly popped out of existence. __assie!

Pritkin muttered something that sounded fairly vicious. __y clothes are warded! Even if I wished to accede to your demand, it would not work on them.___hen strip.___ beg your pardon?_ He sounded almost polite suddenly, as if he believed he couldn__ possibly have heard right.

I felt betrayed and absolutely livid, but my body wasn__ smart enough to know it. It had liked the feel of his hands, wanted more of it, wanted it now. It was almost like there were two of me, one who heartily approved of the mage and one who would have dearly loved to see him dead.