~from Bound by War (Laken and Torin's book)
"I’m Laken. I guess you know everyone behind me.”
“I do. Some better than others. I’m sure they’d say that was most unfortunate.”
Raiden muttered under his breath again, and the slap of a palm against an arm echoed through the room. Raiden’s sigh was so put-upon and dramatic Laken’s lips almost twitched.
“So, are you planning to leave these out indefinitely?” Torin asked gently, raising Laken’s hand where the spines still were extended.
“Well, that depends on how much of an idiot Raiden plans on being.”
There was more muttering, another slap, and a yowled that was so pathetic Laken snorted.
“Fine! I won’t kill him while he’s injured,” Raiden snarled.
Torin glanced around Laken. “You assume you could kill me even if I wasn’t injured.”
Laken cringed. And they were doing so well. Kind of.
“Oh, you—”
“You’re not going to kill him at all, Raiden,” Dayo snapped.
“Not making any promises that I can’t—ow! Dammit, Dayo, stop that.”
“Then quit being an idiot,” Dayo suggested. “And on that happy note, come on. We need to return to our stations. Move that sexy ass before we both get written up.”
