"Mayhap you can show me rhythm when we are through this," he responds.
"Not without your man parts falling off!" I twist to glare up at him. I can't see him beyond the roof and brace myself for another jarring. It comes and I grit my teeth. Please hold! I'm not ready to die! I will the sheet.
"You will not die, Naia," the Shadow Knight calls, his voice firm. "I will not let that happen."
"If you want to do me a favor, stop reading my mind," I retort.
"You believe . . . me capable?" he returns, grunting as he begins swinging me in concert with the swaying tower.
"You've done it more than once!"
"'Tis a good sign."
"I don't think so."
"Since you are my battle-witch, then 'tis a fair sign indeed. You may have some use yet."
In bed, god willing. I hope he doesn't hear what I think about his body.
"I do," he responds.
Oh, god.
I struggle to twist enough to see his face but can't. I'm swinging in rhythm with the tower. Dread settles into my stomach for a reason other than the fact I'm dangling several hundred feet above the ocean.
If I live through this tower incident, I'm renewing my determination to do no more than save his world and go home. I'm not falling for him more than I have, not about to risk any chance at happiness by diving down that rabbit hole.
I swing like a rag doll. The tower is moving. I'm not sure how much effort it'll take to reach the next one but am hopeful. I'm proud and starting to think that I'm getting better at this life thing. Not even Jason could find fault with my plan.