“Tell me, oh great and powerful God of Fire and Forging: What do you feel toward me in this moment?” My slightly trembling, slightly mocking voice made a muscle in his jaw jump. His hand pressed through the waves of my hair, curving around and gripping the back of my head. A subtle movement that radiated power. Possessiveness. “I feel…” he replied, slowly, “as though someone should have taught you not to play with fire.”
Ugh this is so instalovey, they didn’t even really start talking till 30% into this book…
