The moment was cut by Dante's laughter, sharp and mocking. "Look at your face. You thought I was flirting with you!"
Blazar stood up straight, immediately regretting the moment. This is stupid. The guy was handsome and he was her enemy. If only he was uglier.
Blazar jerked back, face flaming. "I didn't—"
"Then why are you blushing?" Dante's voice dropped to a dangerous purr as his lightning-charged fingers traced her burning cheek. The static made her breath hitch—a betrayal her body refused to hide. The electric current from his touch sent shivers racing down her spine, each nerve ending awakening under his deliberate caress. Her skin tingled where he touched, as if tiny sparks were dancing across her flesh, and she fought the urge to lean into his palm.
Blazar slapped his hand away, sparks flying between them. "It's called rage, you narcissistic thunderbolt. Ever heard of it?"
