It was the second time in as many days that a woman had called him dangerous, first
Lyriel, with her devilish hum that sent a chill down his spine, and now Inolda, with her sharp, teasing jabs that carried an effortless bite.
The fact that both had used the same word, in such different ways, struck him in an unexpected way.
He couldn't help but enjoy the pattern, the sensation of being something more than just the ordinary new kid in town.
"I'm not dangerous at all," he shot back, his words laced with mock innocence as he shook his head, a chuckle escaping him.
"I'm very safe, actually." His tone remained light, a playful air to it, but beneath that easy smile, there was a subtle challenge, a spark he couldn't quite resist fanning.
It was as if he were daring her to push back, to test his limits, to see if his calm exterior truly matched the chaos that swirled beneath it.
