Zephyr's mouth twitched the moment the substance touched his tongue.
A second later, his entire face tightened.
It was not edible.
His taste buds burned as though he had swallowed powdered fire, his cheeks flushing red almost instantly. The gritty texture clung stubbornly to his tongue, refusing to leave, making it worse with every second he held it in his mouth.
Tessa watched him for a brief moment… then broke.
A soft giggle slipped out before she could stop herself, her frustration melting into amusement.
Serves him right.
Who tastes ash?
Did it look edible in any way?
Honestly, sometimes the way these men thought baffled her beyond reason. She couldn't even begin to trace the logic behind their actions—it was like their thoughts moved in circles and somehow skipped common sense entirely.
"Sorry about the taste," she said, trying—barely—to sound apologetic. "But I did try to warn you."
She really did.
