"It is time for you to initiate your spatial fold and glide back to your custom-built freezer on the Eternal Cloud Peak."
Wangchen did not move.
He didn't offer a polite nod.
He didn't reach for his discarded sash either.
He just sat there on the silk cushion, looking down at her.
A faint, soft, devastatingly handsome smile touched the corners of his stained, spice-reddened lips.
"The Eternal Cloud Peak is... exceedingly cold tonight, Brother Ji'an," Wangchen murmured.
His voice was not the freezing rasp he used for the sect elders.
It was a low, rich, heavy, vibrating hum that felt like warm honey being poured directly over her raw nerve endings.
He slowly uncrossed his legs, shifting his fully matured frame to sit on the edge of the wooden deck, letting his boots hang down right in front of her.
