Luneshale Pass another odyssey

saya’s sharp tongue hovered just behind her teeth, ready to lash again when the scent of him hit her—sharp, familiar, infuriating. her lips parted slightly, and her golden gaze narrowed into something more...calculating.

her nose twitched once, twice, and her demeanor shifted like a storm breaking. the tension in her shoulders slackened, and she blinked, almost in disbelief, before a wicked grin split her face.

wait, she drawled, stepping closer, her eyes scanning his onyx-and-gold figure with renewed interest. you’re the one who slept with arslan, aren’t you?

she let her voice curl around his name, slow and teasing, but her gaze was fixed on him like a hawk. her grin widened into something almost manic, and for the first time, there was genuine amusement behind her sharp tongue. he didn’t mention you were so...fancy. her laughter came, dry and cutting. guess you’ve got a type.