Ace
Gunnar offered gently and I was a bit taken back by him coming to my aid.
"Yeah well, I have a feeling she's the least bit traumatized," he licked his lips, drawing my attention to the scar going across it, "she's not as innocent as our little Quinn here."
"Do you know something I don't, brother?"
"I know a lot of things you don't," Ace answered vaguely, "I know her better than you do."
"Not better than I do," Quinn piped.
Ace traced the seam of his lips with two fingers, "Even better than you, baby girl."