“He didn't molest her.” I pushed Kill to keep him from slipping around me. “Take a breath, and I'll tell you what's going on.”
Kill narrowed his eyes at Dagur, who had wisely stayed on the floor, and then looked at me. “He hasn't touched Ro?”
“Not in the way you're thinking.”
Killian grunted. “Go on.”
“So, evidently, in Fairy, it's acceptable to become friends with a child you'd like to one day establish a more romantic relationship with.”
“What the actual fuck did you just say to me, Seren?! Are you fucking with me? Cause that's a sick joke.”
I grinned. “Oh, babe, I could kiss you. Thank you. That's exactly how I feel, but everyone keeps telling me I'm overreacting.”
He frowned. “What?”
“I'm telling you what everyone has been telling me. Not what I think, Kill. I want to cut this motherfucker's balls off, but Raza said that Dagur wasn't doing anything wrong. He said I should consider the benefits of having Rowan foster a friendship that could lead to a deep romantic connection later.”
“Raza's a fucking freak! A sick, motherfucking freak! I'm no longer his beast bro!”
I burst out laughing. “I love you so much, Blair.”
Killian smirked. “I love you too, Twilight. Shall we castrate together? It can be like a date night.”
I laughed again as Dagur whimpered.
After my laughter subsided, I sighed and said, “We can't castrate him. I'm trying to explain that even though we see it as evil, Dagur sees it as normal and even sweet.”
“Sweet?” Killian growled.
“He does care about her.”
“I love her,” Dagur said.
Killian and I slowly turned in unison to face him with wide, horrified eyes.
“Are you fucking stupid?” Conri snorted.
“Say one more word, asshole!” Kill pointed at Dagur. “One more fucking word, and I will rip your throat out.”
Oh, my hero. I smiled at my husband and then gave in to my urges and kissed him. Killian jerked in surprise, but then turned into our kiss, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me back.
Dagur cleared his throat.
“Yup, the guy wants to die,” Gradh said in a tone she reserved for imbeciles . . . and Conri.
Killian eased back and looked at me. He lifted a brow. I grinned. He winked. And then he burst around me, snatched Dagur up from the floor, and held him off his feet.
Dagur yipped.
Killian shook the Elf. “You're not worthy of my little girl. I want a man stronger than me for her. Not some little elf-boy who I can—”
Suddenly, Dagur sliced out with the flat of his hand and hit Kill in the throat. As Killian gasped and grabbed his wounded neck, Dagur fell to his feet and swept Killian's feet out from under him. My husband dropped to the floor, still gasping.
I could have attacked with Light, but I didn't actually want to kill Dagur. So, I flung my mór at him—Firethorns. I hadn't used them in a while. It felt good to give the ol' vines some air time. They manifested at Dagur's feet and shot around him to slice through his clothing and bind him securely.
Wrapped in a thorny vine, Dagur fell to the floor. He landed beside Killian with a grunt. I didn't set the vines on fire even though I wanted to. It was enough to see Dagur bleed from the multiple wounds inflicted by the thorns. Unlike my father's Bloodthorns or Sever's new Bloodburnthorns (we had to come up with that name since his mór was the first of its kind, as mine had been), my thorns didn't leave wounds that wouldn't heal without magic. Dagur would be fine. But he'd be hurt for a little while.
Killian hissed and surged to his feet.
