She was blushing.
Eris Igniva, the Fire Queen, the woman who'd burned people alive without flinching, was blushing because I'd suggested we get naked together.
Satisfaction flooded through me, sharp and immediate.
I wanted more of that. Wanted to see exactly how red I could make her, how flustered, how undone. Wanted to find every button I could push and press them all simultaneously until she forgot how to form coherent sentences.
But before I could push further, she snapped.
"You left us stranded here with no clothes, no supplies, no way to—" She gestured broadly at the cave, at our situation, at everything. "What were you thinking?"
I laughed.
Couldn't help it. The indignation in her voice, the way she was glaring at me like I'd deliberately sabotaged our wardrobe situation instead of being slightly preoccupied with keeping her alive.
