“I can’t have you injuring me.”
“But you may injure me?” he asked, sceptical. He strained against the chain, flaring his magic with no result.
“I would never injure you. More importantly, I can’t without intent. Now quiet. I want to share something with you.”
Swirling light coalesced into a cube of ice in her fingertips. “Trust me, you are going to enjoy this,” she promised, holding the clear, dripping cube to his throat.
A complete list of entries for Flash Fiction Friday can be found here: http://flasherfictionfriday.blogspot.ca/2012/06/june-8-2012.html
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