#Chapter49

“I don’t like this at all, Imara.” Thorin skimmed his fingers down his neck. “Was biting you really necessary?”

After she stacked the dishes on the shelf in front of her, she wiped her hands on a towel. “It’s nothing.”

“Mmm!” He twisted his lips and shook his head at the still healing mark on her neck. “What a miserable rite of passage.”

The Healer’s fingers slid across the bite, and it disappeared. “See, all better.”

His green eyes rolled across the ceiling as Thorin clicked his tongue and wagged his finger at her. “My dear, you can use all the glamours in your arsenal, but that thing must...