THE NEXT DAY: (ZYNARA: CITY OF BEASTMEN)
Thalina stirred, groggy and warm, only to find herself face-to-face with Zorath.
He was already awake, staring at her.
Too close. Too intense. Too—
Before her sleep-fogged brain could process it, Zorath leaned in, pressed a quick kiss to her lips—
And bolted.
Like an actual lunatic.
The covers hadn't even fully shifted before he was already at the door, throwing it open with dramatic urgency.
"I WAITED AN HOUR FOR THAT KISS!" he hollered over his shoulder. "I'M ALREADY LATE, AND NOW I'LL HAVE TO FACE PUNISHMENT!"
Then—he was gone.
The door slammed shut.
Silence.
Thalina stared blankly at the wall.
Her blue hair fell messily over her face, her sleepy eyes wide in disbelief.
Did that just happen?
Was she…hallucinating?
Slowly, the realization sank in.
She let out a scoff.
That madman.
Her hand twitched toward her lips.
No. Nope. Not thinking about it.
Still—an hour?
