The body on top of me shifts off and I am hefted to my feet by Killian, a zing shooting its way through me. I call upon my gift, but before I can use it I feel a cuff clink on my wrist.
“I was hoping I wouldn’t have to do this.” He says as he cuffs the other wrist. The cuffs burn through my long sleeves and make contact with my skin. I grimace at the sizzle and glare at him. His pink eyes hold concern, but that is quickly replaced with determination.
“Killian.” I hear from behind me and turn towards the velvety voice. I meet his golden eyes and they flick black, quickly turning back. Killian doesn’t acknowledge it, only throws me over his shoulder and walks back to the packhouse. People gape openly at this show and I grumble.
“Put me down you imbecile.” I order, struggling in his gras
