48 The Layout

"Wait, he had you electrocuted?" Moira stared at me with her eyebrows raised. "The nerve!"

"I told you, he's a sadist," I placed a peach wedge in my mouth and chewed it thoroughly. "But it worked out in my favour."

"What, did it give you big muscles?" Connor rolled his eyes at me. "I canna see how it would be in yer favor."

"I discovered I like pain," the two of them blinked at me before looking at each other. "The thought was flitting around in my head for a whole but it's definite now."

"You owe me a twenty," Moira held out a hand while Connor grumbled silently to himself. "I knew you were a masochist."

"I'm not a masochist!" The indignation in my chest swelled up at the suggestion. I wasn't a masochist, I just liked it rough.

"Ye might hav'ta marry 'im, then," Connor grinned at Moira. "They might be a force ta be reckoned with. a regular power couple."