“Are we going to do this again?” I grumbled. “Do what?” “The damsel-in-distress and knight-in-shining armor bit.” Pain flashed in his eyes. “That’s not how I see us,” he murmured, sliding his hand to the side of my neck. “I told you before, you’re no damsel. You’re more like a butt-kicking dragon.” He caressed my cheek with his hand. “Oh, thanks.” I attempted to sound annoyed, but his touch melted away the irritation in my voice. “Plus, I’ve worn armor before, and trust me, it’s not my style.”
