And now for something completely different... (Did you need any Shaula feels?)
“You… saved me,” Shaula said, staring wide eyed with fascination as if the concept was having a hard time settling in. “Before.”
“Yes,” Harlow said, looking as insufferably smug as he could, and that was a lot. “I believe I did.”
“But you threaten to throw me into a start at least twice a day,” Shaula went on, mystified and yet somehow not quite mad. She was not used to the feeling, so one could forgive her the delayed righteous fury, for once. “And you mean it, too!” She added, as if lots of people had, in fact, come to threaten the very same thing, with such timely schedule. This being Shaula, the notion was not entirely without merit. “You want me dead half the time, and you saved me.”
“My dear, if I wanted you dead, you would be,” Harlow pointed out, without much theatrics, because the statement hardly needed them, coming from him.
“I might still want you dead at some point,” he went on, smug little smile growing wider and smugger, “but even so, if I do, I’ll kill you with my own hands. I wouldn’t let someone do it. Ever.”
“But why?” Shaula insisted, because weird and creepy was Harlow’s specialty, but at this point it all sounded suspiciously like a promise of protection and she wasn’t sure what to make of it.
“Because you opened yourself to me, once,” Harlow went on, grin melting into a smirk as Shaula’s face scrunched up into a frown. “You hated it and it broke you, but for a short while, you were mine.” That smile, right there, Shaula decided, it had no business on anyone’s face but a dragon’s. “It’s one of my greatest flaws, you see, I am viciously territorial about anything I deem mine.”
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