"What?" I ask, taking great pains to wedge between our thrones a little distance as I push mine from his.
I should know better. I end up looking stupid. I always do stupid things around Rune. That's the only explanation for trying to move a throne that is fixed to the ground.
"You're a clown," he mutters, angling toward me and propping his head against his wrist.
The glint in his green eyes is mischievous and a crafty smile teases his lips. "I quite like your aggressive side, Red."
I blink. Heat creeps up my neck, spreading further until I'm pretty sure I have a full body flush going on. Does he call me Red to turn me Red?
"Piss off," I say, settling in beside him awkwardly.
Now I'm all self conscious. Touching my hair, twirling it around my fingers, rubbing my arms, peeling off the
