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“First, no threatening anyone.”

He considers that.

“Define threatening.”

“Vidar.”

“Very well.”

“Second, no touching me without permission.”

His gaze holds mine.

“Agreed.”

“And third…”

I gesture vaguely toward his hips.

“For the love of all things holy, we need to find you some pants.”

He glances down.

Then back at me.

“Are you certain?”

“About pants?”

“About covering myself.”

I close my eyes.

“Hades help me.”

His low chuckle sends an entirely inappropriate shiver down my spine.

“I suspect Hades would find this situation rather amusing.”

I open one eye.

“Do you know him?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Of course you do.”

Vidar steps toward the passageway, then pauses and looks back at me.

“One more thing, little flower.”

I sigh.

“What?”

His piercing magenta eyes hold mine.

“If you wish me to stop calling you that, I will.”