Lira let out a low growl. “If you’re really sorry for thinking I was a spy before, maybe you could express your thanks by just leaving me alone now?” Davorin let out a low chuckle. “Oh, I don’t think so. Since you’re not a spy, that makes what you can do far more interesting.” Lira’s stomach gave a little flip as he put both hands on her waist and whisked her into the air, her green skirts flying out. “Will you stop that,” she hissed, her cheeks flaming as she scrabbled at his fingers, trying to pry them from her waist. “People are looking.”
