Aspen was still staring at her in awe. “Are you a goddess?” he asked, without a hint of sarcasm. “You have hair like the skies.” Pyre’s lips twitched, and Tempest held up a finger. “Don’t you dare,” she warned. The kitsune bust out in laugher, flinging his head back so abruptly that the boy slipped from his shoulders. Tempest lurched forward to catch him just in time, the little one clinging to her with wide eyes. “A-a goddess?” Pyre sniggered, almost inconsolable in his mirth.
