His eyes widen slightly like he doesn’t want to show too much emotion. “These are your gods-selected matches? My gods, these poor men.” Crypt’s eyes narrow. “Did you just insult my keeper?” Felix coughs, glancing at Maven. “That one looks like he wants to kill me.” “He will if you answer wrong,” she grins at him. Baelfire huffs. Quit giving him your smiles, he says through the bond. Those are mine, Boo.
