Kael caught my gaze across the room. He still wasn't smiling or blinking. But his eyes burned into mine like he was ready to hunt.
I looked away, the image of him and Ash together still replaying in my mind.
Sylas, ever perceptive, leaned toward me. "You're really not good at hiding the way you want him."
"I swear, if you say one more thing, just one, I'll throw you off this balcony."
Sylas grinned. That same lazy, lopsided smirk like he had every right to get under my skin. "You know, most people just say thank you when someone saves their life."
I stopped walking. "You're never going to let that go, are you?"
He raised both hands like I'd just accused him of murder. "You say it like I didn't fish you out of the ocean while you were shivering and looking like a broken mermaid."
I exhaled sharply, then glared at him. "Broken mermaid? Really?"
He leaned in, a bit too close. "A very pretty broken mermaid."
"God," I muttered. "Do you ever shut up?"
