Oh this was a good exchange
Orinakin wasn’t getting what he wanted. Had no way to get what he wanted.
He wasn’t used to that.
He didn’t like it.
But what he did like was the glittering frost in Xio Voe’s blue-green-yellow eyes. The chiseled smoothness of Xio Voe’s lips. The determination in those broad shoulders. The dignity and pride stiffening Xio Voe’s spine.
Orinakin smiled.
He’d finally met his match.
“Do you think me ignorant?” Xio Voe asked. “Or has your infamous memory failed you, that you do not know the origin of this ring?”
The origin of the ring? Orinakin didn’t know to what Xio Voe referred. He’d assumed that the ring-
“Orinakin.”
-had been-
“Orinakin.”
-made relatively recently, but-
“Orinakin.”
“It’s mine,” he realized, breathing the words out as memory swept in. “I gave it to you.”
