“And I have good fighting skills.”

“Yes, fine, whatever. You’re attractive and deadly. Are you satisfied now?”

His eyes darken at my choice of words, and I realize too late how that might have sounded. The air between us crackles with something electric and volatile.

“Very,” he says, his voice rough in a way that sends shivers down my spine.

For a moment, we just stare at each other. His gaze is intense—predatory, like he’s deciding whether I’m prey or something else entirely. The silence stretches between us, charged with an awareness that makes my skin feel too tight.

Then, Luna drops from a tree branch onto his shoulder with...