She rolled her eyes, the gesture sharp with dismissal. "What, like you're suddenly an expert on gender?"
A muscle twitched in Xeari's jaw, his silver eyes flashing with something dangerous. He straightened against the headboard, his movements slow and deliberate.
"You're hiding something. I can sense it." His voice dropped lower, each word a threat wrapped in silk.
Blazar turned onto her side, away from him, her shoulders rigid with defiance. The silk sheets rustled as she moved, her spine stiff as a blade. She pulled her knees up slightly, curling into herself like armor.
"You promised last night not to touch me without my consent. So how about you keep your questions to yourself and let me sleep in peace?" She closed her eyes firmly, her jaw clenched tight enough to ache.
The dream trembled around them. She could feel his frustration bleeding into the space, making the air heavy and oppressive.
