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Lo and behold, the plan has come to fruition.
If it wasn't the soft cracking of the earth beneath her boots or the subtle way the oppressing density of the fog seemed to give way behind him, it would've been the scent of her creeping behind him that gave her away. While it wasn't exactly planned to have his own blade against his throat, it was a much easier excuse for Kate to find him after the fact rather than trying to goad her into retribution after the trial. He knew the moment the weapon left the leather scabbard that she was going to get back to him, it was only a matter of when.
So he played coy, witless, focused on the scent of blood and fear, warmth spreading over his palms from the other survivors, even if they did get away. Having her hoisted over his shoulder, hips firmly situated next to his head was absolutely a perk of the whole affair.
Having her teeth worry his skin was another sweet surprise in his book; one that made the smirk spread wider over his face and turned his head toward hers, even at knifepoint. "Did I? Or are you simply to clever for my own health?" He replied, playfully nipping at her cheek in response.
"Mighty clever of you to slip that away from me while I was distracted. What do you plan to do with it, now that you have me?" Even if it wasn't on his face already, the clever, smug, smirk was heavy in his tone. He absolutely planned this, and now she knows he did.
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