For a long moment, the cave was so silent, you could hear the soft dripping of water from the stalactites. Isabella's mood had gone from celebratory to sour real fast, and the man—still crouched a few feet away—wasn't entirely sure how.
Then, finally, she sighed. Loudly. "And why," she said, her tone flat but dangerous, "will you hunt for me?"
He blinked, taken aback. "Because you're hungry."
The sheer audacity in his tone made her lift her head, her expression blank like she was processing whether she'd heard him right.
"And also," he added with what he must have thought was charm, "as a way of saying thank you for saving me."
"Oh, you don't have to thank me for saving you." She waved her hand lazily, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I don't care. Really. But if you're that desperate, just try to stay away from me. Humph."
She tossed her hair back, crossed her legs like a queen on her throne, and reached into the air beside her.
The man frowned. "What are you—"
