(Caius)
I felt Isla shift against me, and I knew before she spoke.
Vaela.
Of course. Impatient thing.
"Hello, Caius."
Her hands found my shoulders first, then slid down my arms with slow certainty, as though reacquainting herself with something she already knew well enough. There was nothing shy in the touch. Nothing tentative. Isla had softness even when she wanted. Vaela never did. She approached like instinct given shape.
I let my hands rest at her waist and looked up at her properly.
"Hello, Vaela."
"I want you and then Vorak next." She replied.
Her honesty didn't shock me. It never could. Vaela was many things, but subtle was only one of them when she was amused enough to bother.
I searched her face and found no cruelty there, no provocation for its own sake. Just desire spo
