*Fiona*
The door opens, and I want to stop laughing, but Tamsin is hilarious.
I don’t have to look up to know it’s Varek, and it only makes me laugh harder. As I rock back, I catch a glimpse of him. His jaw is set in a firm line, his glare fixed on me while his hands clench tightly at his sides. He looks furious and frustrated, but his eyes are full of that same heat from earlier.
I can feel it burning through my clothes. My stomach clenches a little at the full force of the desire blazing in his eyes. I laugh even more, enjoying it. I wonder if this sense of sadistic pleasure is how he felt every time I argued with him. I wonder if he enjoyed my apparent helplessness as much as I’m enjoying his obvious irritation.
I hope the sight of me in Caldaran colors eats at him and keeps him
