Page 104 of The Quiet Light


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I also remember how Zan reacted even when Iwasclothed, just differently, and I think if I want to be absolutely clear about my intentions... she has a point.

I’ve never tried to look, or feel, sexy before. I wonder if I can even do it.

Maybe being with Zan will make the difference.

“Then again,” Nomi muses, “if what you want from that old dragon ismorebrainpower—”

I burst out laughing.

“Oh no,” I say, with a grin that’s a little wicked, “I think short-circuiting his current way of thinking may be just the thing. Yes, please.”

I’m still mad at him, of course, but now I have aplot.

With an accomplice, even!

And a whole day that he’s going to spend with me,andice cream.

The day is looking up.

Now to make the most of it.

Chapter 16

WhenNomiandIreturn to the kitchen, it’s... alotcleaner. Like, unreasonably.

I level an accusing finger at Zan, who is nonchalantly scrubbing a plate with his back to me.

“If you’re spending your magic for super speed to clean our house after what just happened,” I begin threateningly.

He glances over his shoulder with brows raised. “If it’sourhouse, surely I can spend my magic however I want on it.”

My eyes glow magenta.

Zan’s eyes flash in return. “I dare you to tell me you didn’t spend all day making ice cream without eatingliterally anythingyourself.”

“I’mnot in any danger!”

“And neither am I,” he snaps right back.

“Oh, really?” My voice drips with disdain. “What if you’vemiscalculated—”

Nomi loudly slams a chair against the ground to get our attention.

“Dear gods, you two are something,” she says. “Zan, the kitchen is tidy enough for now. Yora, let’s start with making a sandwich—”

“She knows how to put food on bread,” Zan interrupts coolly. “I’m going to show her how to make an omelet, now that the kitchen is usable.”

Nomi frowns. “I’m not sure—”

“By all means,” I reply. “Show me why you risked your life for someeggs.”

Zan’s eyes flash again, hearing the echo of his own accusation from days ago in my voice.

“What’s this?” Nomi asks sharply.

Zan and I hold each other’s gaze, daring.

Finally, Zan breaks it first—ha!—