“Did I do it?” she asked with a cheeky grin. Malyr’s lips parted, and he ran his tongue along the upper corner of his teeth, making it look like he was about to bite, but no, it was an actual fucking smile. “Make a zé? No. But after five cups of wine, someone cross-eyed might let it pass as a gé.” Galantia laughed. Malyr laughed. What the fuck was going on here?
