The room felt smaller than it had any right to. The map was still folded on the table, the scent of gun oil and cigarettes clinging to the walls. Seraphina stood with her arms crossed, glaring at the single bed shoved into the corner of the room.
“That?” she asked flatly.
Kael didn’t bother to look at her. He was stripping off his gloves with slow precision, the snap of leather punctuating the silence. “That.”
“There’s one bed.”
“Congratulations. You can count.”
Her jaw clenched. “Where exactly do you plan on sleeping, Viper? The floor?”
His green eyes flicked to her, a faint smirk tugging at his mouth. “Do I look like the kind of man who sleeps on floors?”
She folded her arms tighter. “Then you expect me to—”
“Yes.”
The single word cut the air between them. Not an invitation. Not
