Kapitel 93: Heading North

Something liquid began turning the bark yellow, black and thin, seeping in between cracks.

“Poison,” Bailong whispered. They were poisoning the trees outside.

“What now?” Sevir stomped the wines under his heel. The movement made it hard for him to stay in position. Despite the languid state, he could feel every muscle in Sevir’s body move against his.

Qinglong teased, “inappropriate. Isn’t it?”

True. This wasn’t any better than being wrapped around Sevir’s shoulder. However, his attraction had never been with Sevir’s physical self. It had always stood with Sevir’s light, his fire and scent of ash and smoke, sometimes even the look in his eyes. He rolled his eyes at his brother, knowing Sevir could not see.

He asked, “can you do that again? Making the root rise up?”

Sevir stomped harder. “I did not do it.”

Bailong changed his question, “what were you thinking while running?”