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chuckled,
and she pounced on him, pushed him back onto the grass and aimed
playful cuffs at him, which he blocked easily. She grabbed his
wrists and pinned his arms to the grass beside his head, grinning
down at him. There was something oddly exhilarating about being
able to wrestle with him, and she understood why Grem and Mithran
had enjoyed it so much. Bane sighed, rolling his eyes.
    "What, is it
'sit on Bane' night, tonight?"
    "Maybe. I will
let you go when you promise not to read my mind, ever." She glanced
around as Mithran tugged a grumbling Grem away, who demanded
peevishly to know where they were going.
    "Then I
definitely will not promise anything of the kind," Bane said.
    "You like
being sat on?"
    "Only by
you."
    She snorted.
"You are impossible. Promise me, or else."
    "Or else
what?"
    "I will put
farron leaves in your dinner."
    Bane's brows
rose. Farron was a powerful laxative. "You would never do
that."
    "Why not?"
    "Your healer's
oath?"
    Mirra shook
her head. "That is not harm."
    "I would
definitely consider it harm, and besides, a little while ago you
were volunteering."
    "That was so
you could learn how to block it while I could control my
thoughts."
    "You did not
do a very good job."
    Her grin
faded. "Why, what did you see?"
    "I am not
going to tell you."
    "Bane!"
    "No."
    "That is not
fair!" She leant closer. "It should have been one of your vows, not
to use any of your powers on me."
    "Probably, but
it is too late now."
    She shrugged.
"Then it is the farron leaves for you."
    He looked
horrified. "No, not the farron leaves! Have mercy! Help!"
    Mirra giggled.
"The farron leaves it is."
    He frowned and
growled, "Do you really think your Overworld poison will work on
me, witch?"
    She froze, her
mouth dropping open in surprise and dismay, and he studied her
expression, his own becoming disbelieving.
    "You think I
am serious?"
    "You were
convincing." She blushed and looked away.
    Bane chuckled.
"You are a silly little thing, are you not?"
    "Sometimes."
    "No. It was
not funny. I will not do it again."
    She released
his wrists and hugged him, then raised her head to study him. "No,
next time I will laugh."
    "You are
certain?"
    "Absolutely."
She pinned his wrists again with a grin. "Now, about that other
promise...."
    "What other
promise?"
    "Not to read
my mind."
    "I did not
promise that."
    "I know, that
is the problem." She glared at him in mock anger. "Now you are
being facetious."
    He chuckled.
"You cannot make me promise."
    "I will tickle
you until you do."
    "Ooh."
    "Bane!" Her
brow wrinkled with frustration.
    He sighed,
rolling his head from side to side. "I should put you over my knee
and spank you for even thinking I would do that."
    "You would not
dare."
    "You think
not?"
    She crawled
further on top of him, pinning his legs, her toes pressed to his
shins. "Now you cannot."
    "Oh, right, I
am helpless. Forgot that."
    Mirra smiled
and stroked his cheek. "How did I become so lucky?"
    "What makes
you think you are?"
    "I have only
to look at you to know it."
    He snorted.
"Damaged goods, already used and much abused, slightly bent out of
shape, and not very well trained."
    "No you are
not."
    "I am not
going to argue about it."
    "Good, come
and dance." She jumped up and tried to tug him to his feet.
    "No. I like it
down here, and if I get up someone will just sit on me again."
    "No they will
not. I will not let them."
    "My little
protector."
    "Come on,
Bane."
    He shook his
head. "I do not want to act like a dolt."
    "You will
not."
    "I will if I
have to prance around like that lot over there." He cast a scathing
glance at the revellers.
    "Do I have to
drag you?"
    "You could
try."
    "Very well, I
will get help."
     
    Mirra released
his hand, eluded his attempt to grab her and raced away, leaving
him groaning on the grass. She returned a few minutes later with
Tallis in tow, looking determined, and he smiled.
    "You really
think the two of you are going to be able to drag me over
there?"
    "We will have
a jolly good try,"