His biting response would have been enough to trigger an immediate retort had she not seen where his mind went at the end. It didn't help that she knew hers had gone the exact same direction. Your knee, behind your ear. Suddenly she couldn’t banish the thought of him touching both of those places. Ridiculous in theory, but a shiver skittered across her skin and she forced herself to look at him. Seeing his attention otherwise averted, she huffed a sigh, a white puff of cloud billowing out in front of her.

Exhaustion, panic, delusion.

All things that should have contributed to her ultimate rejection of his proposition. The added cold that was constantly causing gooseflesh to prickle at her skin might have been the source of her sudden impatience to hurry this along. She couldn’t help but see how he was correct. This was absolute madness, but so was willingly climbing into his lap to let him snog her. So was showing up outside his bedroom covered in blood. So was letting him convince her to bring him along to hide a dead body.

What was one more act of insanity in the form of a permanent binding spell to cap off the night's events?

“Fine,” she finally burst out, the accumulation of her past dealings with the man in front of her finally coming to a head. For some reason she moved to roll her sleeves up to her elbows as if it involved burying yet another body. “What’s the spell?” And further more: “What do you need me to do?”

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