““If it makes some of you so uncomfortable you want to start shit with me about it, step right up and see if I don’t eat the hell out of you next!” I’d meant that last part as a threat, but somewhere in my impassioned declaration of independence from hiding what I was, I’d neglected to think through my phrasing. I saw Bones raise a brow, a muffled snicker broke out from Ian, and then Vlad laughed loud and hearty. “With that sort of invitation, Reaper, you might want to suggest the line form to your right.” “That’s not . . . I meant eat them in a bad way,” I sputtered. “I think you made your point, luv,” Bones responded, his face carefully blank even thought I caught a faint twitch to his mouth.””
