Chapter 297: Pink Shorts, Buried Fox Demons, and the King Who Asked for It
Elyn's POV
His voice was still lingering in my ear, that deep tenor sending tremors down my spine, when I finally found my own voice.
"Why are you behind me?" I asked, not turning around.
"Because I like being behind you," Zorathys said simply.
I rolled my eyes and jabbed my elbow backward — a sharp, deliberate movement aimed directly at his stomach.
I hit nothing.
Zorathys had already moved, just slightly, just enough that my elbow passed through empty air. His chuckle brushed against my ear, warm and amused.
"You'll have to try harder than that, Firefly."
I ignored him.
"Pick out everything you want me to try," he said again, his voice softer now, almost patient.
I turned to face him.
