" You said that if..." He trailed off, his expression hesitant and oddly defiant. " You said if I kissed you again without your permission, you'd slit my throat. Is that still the case?" Surprise jolted through her, but somehow she managed to keep her voice steady. " Yes. It is." He traced the line of her jaw with his fingertips. His touch was so gentle it ignited a spark of fear. " Then I guess I'll ask permission." He paused. " Can I kiss you?" ... " No." she burst out, shoving his hand away. " You can't. "