She let out a scoff. Then another. Then one more for good measure as she stared Zyran dead in the face.
His twinkling, bright red eyes shimmered with amusement, and that crooked little smile of his? Unbothered. If anything, he looked flattered.
Isabella blinked slowly, the way one does when trying not to slap someone out of sheer spiritual necessity.
Then she turned to Kian, eyes pleading for sanity. "Hah. Crazy," she said with an airy, disbelieving laugh. "He's crazy, Kian." She pointed a finger—half at Zyran, half in the direction of the moon like it might back her up. "I won't be staying anywhere near this man. This… feral demon with boundary issues and stalking tendencies. I draw the line here."
Zyran gasped like she'd just told him his dog died. "Feral? Boundary issues? Baby," he placed a hand to his chest, expression dripping with mock hurt. "You say that like it's a bad thing."
