"And as you can see, the 'catalyst' is working overtime. Julian looks much more relaxed, don't you think?"
My soft and pale feet padded gently across the rug toward Caelum. He stood as stiff as a statue, his eyes darting between the marks on my skin and the smug expression on his brother's face. When I reached him, I didn't stop until my chest was inches from his.
I could feel the cold air radiating off him, but beneath it, that familiar, desperate heat was simmering.
"What about you, Caelum?" I purred, reaching out to trace the line of his jaw. "You look so... tense. Didn't you say yesterday that you were ready to burn on my behalf? Or does the fire only interest you when your brother isn't in the room?"
