"Not a word," Kymopoleia said, pulling her legs up onto the chair so that she could cross them. With his oath made she already felt more secure. Physically, at least, she could let her guard down around him. (Who knew what it would be like tomorrow when this love spell wore off though?) "And that's the way I'm hoping it'll stay. I'm done with his bullshit and it seems he can't be bothered murdering me for trying to murder him."
She shrugged, but she was glad he hadn't come after her. She'd been scared but ready for it those first months afterwards, but now that fear was gone.