
“Taste my flesh?” she squeaked out, suddenly springing up into a sitting position, whiplash causing her to hiss out in pain. Artemis rubbed the back of her neck and looked at Triton, distrust forming in her eyes. “You aren’t a cannibal are you?” she said, her hands creeping up to cover her exposed chest. “Because if you are, I won’t hesitate to cut you down where you stand.”
She narrowed her green eyes at him as she waited for his answer, her hands over her chest, itching to pull out the hunting knife she kept on her should she need it. Part of her knew this was silly, but her instincts often took over when she felt she was thrust into survival mode.
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