She wasn’t even going to look at him. Normally, he’d think that was a bit rude, but not with Bast. It was just her. He didn’t think she ever liked looking at things she did not want to deal with. That included him. This time, he was not going to let her get away with it.
“Come join me in the hotel. At the bar. Drinking mai tais.” Hermod was certain she was going to refuse. She had been hiding from him. He just wasn’t going to make it easy on her.
“You are a beautiful creature of the desert, true,” he said. “I, on the other hand, am a creature of the North. I burn very easily. And I fear that I may end up with a sunburn somewhere that will make our make-up sex very uncomfortable for me.”