“Well, they are married.”
Cerian frowns at Arisanna. “They’d better not need that kind of privacy. She can’t even walk yet.”
“It’s not really any of our business. Are you going to knock, or shall I?”
He lifts his hand to rap on the door.
“Just a minute!” Rominy calls from within.
“See? They’re fine,” Arisanna says.
“But what are they doing? Her magic—”
Before Cerian can finish, the door opens, and he eyes Rominy warily.
“Good morning? Why are you looking at me like that?” Rominy asks.
“If you set my sister on fire before she’s fully healed, I will set you on fire,” Cerian says before he can think better of it.
“Cerian!” Arisanna hisses.
“You and Grandmera both,” Rominy mutters. “Did you come here just to tell me that?”
“Of course not,” Arisanna says. “Cerian is just struggling to adjust to the fact that his sister is married.”
“We have that in common,” Rominy says as he returns Cerian’s gaze. “But I’m not banging on the door of your honeymoon suite, threatening you. Let’s just make that clear.”
“Rominy!” Arisanna turns horrified eyes to her brother before glancing back at Cerian. “You know what? There is far too much masculine energy choking the air in this corridor. Excuse me.” She lets go of Cerian and pushes past Rominy into the room, and Cerian looks sheepishly at the floor.
What in the Wildthorne Woods is wrong with him? Everything going on with Tharios has clearly set him on edge.
“I think...perhaps—”
“Yeah.” Rominy groans and then chuckles as he runs his fingers through his hair.
“Forgive me for...that.”
“I’m just going to pretend that conversation never happened.”
Cerian nods in relief. “I will endeavor to do the same.”
“So we’re good?”
“I believe so.”
“For what it’s worth, Elowyn wanted to get dressed. That’s why the door was locked.”
That...is a good reason to lock the door. Whistling wind.
“I feel like an idiot now,” Cerian mumbles.
“I suppose we have that in common, too. Aren’t we supposed to be pretending we didn’t just choke the air with our masculine energy?” A smile pulls at Rominy’s lips, and Cerian struggles not to smile in return.
“That was our agreement, yes.”
“Good. Now get in here so we can discuss what’s happening with Tharios.”
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