RAVYN'S POV
"Although he might seem terribly frightening when he's angry," Lady Dust said, her hands clasped primly behind her back as if we were at a tea party and not in the middle of a courtyard learning how to seduce warlords, "we all know he has a soft spot for us women."
At that, a wave of agreement rippled through the group like heat from the courtyard stones.
"Oh, he does."
"He once brought me honeyed fruit after I fainted during a heatwave."
"Are you sure he didn't just throw it at you?"
"No! He told me I should eat more. That's practically caring."
"I heard he holds your hand while breaking your heart."
"I heard he's incredible in bed—but he never keeps the same woman twice."
"Shame, really. I wouldn't mind a second round."
"Ugh, I'd take half a round if it meant touching those abs," another chimed in, fanning herself dramatically. "He walked past me once, and I swear my knees didn't recover for an hour."
