Kaya's eyelid twitched. Just slightly. Her head tilted toward him, her expression caught somewhere between disbelief and a smile that was too polite to be real.
"Yes?" she asked, her voice sugar-laced with warning.
Veer nodded, proud like a man who had just uttered the most romantic sentence in human history.
"I know you haven't bathed for two days," he said solemnly, like he was confessing a grand truth to the stars. "But it's okay. There's no need to feel embarrassed."
The man looked so damn pleased with himself. Chest slightly puffed, chin raised, like he had just won a lifelong battle against every woman's pride across the universe.
And believe it—Kaya had never, ever felt such a strong urge to push someone into an icy river as she did now.
Had Veer not been her only means of travel through this godforsaken snow-covered land, she would've tossed him into the water without a second thought. Headfirst. With a smile.
