The Rule
After a moment, she opened her mouth and accepted the bite.
“It troubles me,” he said at last, watching her chew slowly, “and I cannot tell why.”
She swallowed, then whispered, “Says the one who has bruised me enough.”
He arched a brow at the sharp remark. But he said nothing in defense. Instead, he prepared another bite.
“My bruises,” he said as he brought the spoon closer, “are the mark of my claim, sweet Inayat. I own you entirely, and so it is my right to brand you when I must. But any careless scratch on you—that wounds me in return.”
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