Lucille's expression was a cocktail of playful confidence and absolute embarrassment. She was trying to act like it didn't affect her, but her flushed cheeks and pursed lips betrayed the truth.
"Well?" she said, crossing her arms beneath her chest, the choker jingling again. "Are you gonna say anything?"
Quinlan took a moment to answer. He stared. Slowly. Carefully.
And then he exhaled a long breath. "…I need to sit down."
Lucille grinned, her embarrassment melting into confidence. "You'll be lying down soon enough, don't worry."
She licked her lips and added, "Now that I've embraced the title, I fully intend to live up to it. You won't leave my touch until you're a dried-up husk with absolutely no fluids stored inside your body, Quin…"
Quinlan was in danger again. Loving. Ridiculous. Absolutely perfect danger.
But he wasn't one to back down from a fight.
