Reverse bear trap

”Exactly like that. I want it to look like it started randomly growing out of the side of our boat.” Ronin nods, and the fact that the chances of the Greatwood producing such an artefact are never zero just makes it all the better for The Huntsman. ”I think any Fae merchant cursed into a table ought to consider themselves lucky to be part of our relationship,” he counters, lifting their clasped hands to sneak another kiss against Remi’s knuckles. Hopping over the branch of a tree that has fallen across their path - and if that counts as the forest fucking with them, Ronin feels like they’ve gotten off lightly - he glances back at the dishevelled predator of his husband and grins. ”I have missed seeing you against a backdrop of trees,” he remarks. ”Are you sure I can’t tempt you to stay here for a couple of days?” RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.