Dyon bitterly chuckled. "So that's why you dragged me in here even after I told you I had things to do?"
Clara rolled her eyes. "We could have healed your soul forever ago. Do I look like a prude to you? If you keep leaving me sexually frustrated I'll –"
Dyon grinned, flipping Clara below him. "You'll what?"
Looking into Dyon's piercing hazel eyes, Clara fell into a trance. She had been truly worried about him for the past few days, not to mention missing him dearly. Although she had been with Ri just a few weeks ago, she hadn't seen Dyon in months.
Dyon's eyes slightly glowed as a gentle aurora flame appeared to coat his fingers.
He trailed Clara's jaw, causing her hips to involuntarily tremble.
Dyon's lips sealed hers, flooding her body with a comforting feeling just as The Seal blocked off the view of the spirits in his mind's eye.
