“Hots for him?” Caelan scratched the back of his neck. “You’re a water Seelie, not fire.” Of course, they wouldn’t know what that meant. Fine. I’d make it clear for him. “Apparently, I want to fuck him.” “I knew it,” Tavish hissed and released me. “I can’t wait until the gauntlet is over to kill him. He will die tonight.” Then he soared across the room to the door. “Tavish, she didn’t mean—” Caelan started, ready to block him, but Finnian stepped out of the way, waving his friend on. “Remember, he’s got the hurt leg!”
