“Are you… in heat?” I ask awkwardly, cheeks on fire. His eyes fill with horror, and he looks away sharply. “I won’t tell you again, little godling. Go. To. Bed.” Kalel’s voice is gruff and on edge. Like he’s on the verge of losing his self-control. I don’t listen to him. Maybe it’s because I know what it feels like firsthand. It’s agony, especially if you don’t deal with it. It’s almost like he’s never experienced a heat before, because he’s not handling this one well at all.
