I leered at Roxy sideways. "You like scars?" She nodded, a grin tugging the corner of her lips. "I have a scar."
"I know," she breathed, then kissed the scar in question. Remembering how I got it sent shivers through me, and she giggled.
"Not now," I teased her. She continued her massage, and it really did feel wonderful. I stretched my limbs, testing my strength.
"Hand me the shampoo," she said.
Instead of grabbing it, I willed it to my hand. It followed. Roxy gasped.
I was pleased. "Would you hunt with me later?" I didn't want to head out without company, and though I loathed the idea of someone attacking us, I wanted something specific and she was the only one who knew.