Thalina glared. "I overheard it from some merchants!"
That was the worst thing she could've said.
Because now, Tharion was smirking.
"Did you now?" He tapped the sachet against his palm. "And you trusted them? Just like that?"
Thalina crossed her arms. "They know what they're talking about! They sell this stuff all the time!"
"So you tested it out?"
"…Yes."
His smirk widened. "On yourself?"
"Yes!"
Tharion made a low, considering sound in his throat, eyes gliding over her.
"So you rubbed it all over yourself."
Thalina went rigid. "Don't make it sound weird!"
Tharion exhaled a short chuckle. "It already sounds weird, little one." He dangled the sachet between them, blue gaze turning downright sinful. "Tell me, why don't you apply it for me?"
Thalina almost choked.
Her brain shut down.
WHAT.
Tharion took a step closer. "You know, since you're already experienced with the technique…"
Her soul left her body.
"Absolutely not!" She backpedaled.
