“Are you smitten with him? With the otherworld creature?” I choked on a breath, hands jerking and knocking the pot into my cup. “What? N-no, of course not!” “You are.” Lyri laughed in disbelief, leaning back in his seat. “Look at you. Look at your face. You’re smitten.” I glared at him. “My face is normal!” “Well I for one have never seen that expression on it before. Have you, Seis? Gryf?”
