Jerk!
“But you get the grassy stuff!” I snapped.
“I get that too.”
I clenched my teeth. Noctorno was silent.
“You’re a jerk!” I told him.
“Pardon?”
“A jerk!” I clipped, twisted further to him and jabbed a finger in his direction, “You! Jerk!”
“Jerk?” he asked.
“Argh!” I groaned, understanding they didn’t have that term here and deciding against educating him. Then I made a decision and flopped on my back on the skins. “Fine, whatever, we’ll sleep together. You just stick to your side and don’t touch me.”
“I’ll stick to my side but you need to stick to yours.”
“No problem,” I hissed.
“Rubbish,” he muttered.
“Whatever,” I snapped, yanking the hides to my chin then turning to my side away from him and curling my knees into my belly.
“You kick me, steal the hides or snore, I’m moving you and the top hide across the way myself,” he said to my back.
I closed my eyes and warned, “You touch me, I’ll kick you so hard in the balls you’ll kiss any hope of children good-bye.”
“I did that a long time ago,” he mumbled and I swiftly rolled to face him.
“Do you have to have the last word?” I snapped.
“Yes,” he returned.
“Jerk,” I gritted out.
“Cow,” he returned.
Oh my God! He just called me a cow!
“I hate you,” I spat.
“That feeling, my love, is mutual,” he retorted.
“Ugh!” I grunted, glared into his face and rolled away from him again.
There was quiet as I watched the firelight dance on the cave wall in front of me.
Then he called, “Cora.”
“What?” I snapped.
“You’re welcome for dinner and saving your arse from the vickrants.”
Vickrants?
What the hell were those?