A Fate of Wrath & Flame (Fate & Flame 1)

“I suppose Elisaf can take you there.” His fingertips graze my collarbone, and the simple, fleeting touch sends a shiver through my limbs.

The corners of his mouth twitch.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?” he asks with mock innocence.

My cheeks flush. “Feeding your male ego. I don’t like it.”

“Then I suggest you learn how to school those reactions.” He offers his arm. “Shall we go to the dungeon?”

After a moment’s hesitation, I curl my fingers around his biceps.