“Yvan,” I breathe out, his flame lightly caressing my lines, “the fire...” “Do you like it, Elloren?” he asks, his voice throaty as he turns to me, his eyes sparking gold. I nod, lit up by him. “Yes.” His full lips twitch into a smile, the gold in his eyes intensifying. I look back at the ceiling, savoring the sultry feel of his fire shivering through mine.
