Aric was at my back, hand splayed on my spine and pushing me forward. "What on earth do you think you're doing here?" Aric hissed. "You invited me." "I—You—" He scoffed and sighed as we moved out of the density of darkness in the tunnel and into a room lit from thick glass skylights and a collection of lanterns. It was cool and clearly underground, but made comfortable with dense rugs and good, well-worn furniture. "I should've known you'd actually take me up on it." "Of course you should have," I said, and marveled at the tremble that ran through me at Aric's resulting growl.
