Lorraine gently patted Leroy's shoulder, a silent plea for restraint. Judging by the glint in his amber eyes, she knew exactly what he was thinking. He wanted to keep going, to irritate that sanctimonious demigod until the great lizard combusted from sheer indignation.
Leroy was decidedly not pleased. Predictably, instead of backing off, he slid an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, a quiet act of defiance disguised as affection.
"We have to find a way out," he muttered, his voice still low, still simmering with the aftertaste of that kiss.
Lorraine exhaled, glancing around the cavern. The only light came from the dim glow of dragonfire reflecting off the stone, the way they'd fallen in was already swallowed by shadow. Night was creeping in fast, and the thought of being trapped underground while the dark pressed in from all sides made her chest tighten.
