“You probably think this is funny,” she finally huffs out.
“I do not.”
She pivots around, scowling, her brow narrowed in fury, breathing through clenched teeth.
And, despite my disdain for the small woman, I cannot help but wonder if the pink flesh underneath her clothes is the same color as her ruddy cheeks.
I must find out.
ASHA
I shouldn’t be this mad.
Even if I need to reweave half the blanket, Elena will understand. It’s not my fault.
But it’s not the blanket I’m upset about.
Clearly, Ramsey led Amber on, which means he’s interested in her, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.
Which means he regrets what happened between us in the cave.
But as angry as I am, it’s not directed at Ramsey, or even Amber. I’m furious with myself.
I was the fool, allowing myself to feel something for a man who detests my very existence.
My stupid girlish heart just couldn’t help itself, and now I’m sick with feelings I can’t make sense of.
But who could blame a girl for falling for a man so well built, he makes every Penticari man in existence look but a boy?
And that’s no exaggeration.
His long, sinewy muscles are perfectly chiseled, and his dark features give him an air of mystery.
And his tongue…
What right does it have to make me feel so good after saying such dastardly things about me?
I turn away, stomping my foot on the floor, wishing I could somehow disappear.
“Asha?” His voice is thick and husky, making my lady parts clench.
“I should just leave!” I blurt, balling my hands into such tight fists that I draw blood from my palms.
“And where would you go, Little Vaeyark?” he asks with amusement.
Furious at his stupid nickname for me, I spin to unleash my fury, but all at once, I’m lifted off the ground.
“Hey—”
Lips press against mine, hungry as they scatter kisses along my mouth, over my jaw, up to my ear.
My body comes alive with heat, the air growing suddenly thick. I want to cry out, but the entire village would hear me.
He grabs the outer layer I’m wearing, his mouth disconnecting from mine so he can pull it up and off my body, leaving me in a thin under layer that does nothing to hide my body.
I come to my senses, asking, “What are you doing?”
“Dining on vaeyark.”
