Moonspear [m] tabula rasa

No. But there was a frostiness to her answer and mien that caught his attention—having recovered from the post-coital haze—and he sat up abruptly, looking at her.

What's wrong? he asked, cocking his head. Did I say something wrong?

The moment was gone. The warmth in his belly had turned to ice. He believed her, of course, but he wasn't sure what was the matter. Something was off.