Her voice wasn’t shaky like Carla’s had been. It was a challenge. A dare. Her crimson eyes burned hot, literal embers dancing in the black, and the faint crackle of fire lit her palms like she was daring him to refuse.
Kael tilted his head, wiping sweat from his jaw with the back of his hand. His grin slid sharp, feral. "Then come take it."
Crimora didn’t hesitate. She stepped out from the shadows, her hips swaying with deliberate bite, the fire fading from her palms as her fingers flexed.
She stopped just close enough that the heat rolling off her body brushed his skin. "You said once my flames were too wild," she whispered, her lips close enough he felt the heat of her breath. "Tame them, then. If you can."
Kael chuckled low, dark. His hand shot out, grabbing her wrist, twisting it
