“Is this us flirting? You yell and toss me through a few stories when you don’t get your way, or perhaps you’ll drop another building on me.” I twisted from her, sprinting to the end of the hall. “I am not flirting,” she growled, cleaving her sword through the air toward me. It cut through the wall behind me as I ducked and rolled inside a nearby room. “I don’t know, Dianna.” I smirked. “It definitely makes me hard.”
