"And whose fault is that, Lizard?" she snapped, stepping into his personal space until she could feel the literal furnace-heat radiating from his chest. She pointed a finger at the shredded remains of her rough-spun top lying in the dirt. "You're the one who ripped it off because you couldn't keep your mouth to yourself. If you're so worried about 'eyes,' maybe you should have thought about that before you acted like a beast in heat."
Caspian flinched, his throat emitting a small, embarrassed puff of smoke. He looked at the ruined cloth, then back at her, his jaw tightening. "I… I was establishing the bond. It was instinct."
"Your 'instinct' is a nuisance," Hana countered.
She ran a tired hand through her hair again, the movement causing her breasts to sway—a sight that made Caspian's pupils dilate until his eyes were almost entirely black.
