The wet sound echoed throughout the throne room and I said nothing at all.
Quickly, I grasped a cloth that was tied to my waist and I wiped off the blood that still stained the blade.
I heard Aric moving behind me and I jumped when his fingers brushed against the side of my neck. I knew it was him, but my body wasn't calmed enough from the fight that I had difficultly not striking back in defense.
Carefully, as if he knew what I was feeling, he took the dagger from my fingers and put it back in its leather sheath.
Then he took my sword and wiped it clean with Thranar's forgotten cape, before sliding it back into my scabbard.
After all that, he turned me around slowly to face him. I stood there almost in a daze. He growled, the sound low and demanding and my core cramped hard.
My eyes flicked up to him and I whimpered softly.
