IRYN'S POV

My cheeks bursts up in flames, and I shake my head quickly.

"No... I... I'm okay," I breathe, trying to ignore the heat dancing up my neck.

Fenric raises his eyebrows at me, and I bite my lip not knowing what to say.

Finally he glances down slightly and withdraws his hand from my hip, pulling the dagger along with him.

My lips part softly.

Oh.

That's why he...

My cheeks flush again.

... Held my hips from... below.

Letting out a breath, I watch as he slides the dagger ...