Elara pursed her lips, glaring at Luca as he casually leaned against the railing, his smirk unrelenting. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks again, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her flustered.
"You really are impossible," she muttered, her voice carrying a mix of annoyance and resignation.
"Impossible?" Luca repeated, his tone light and teasing. "I think the word you're looking for is charming. It's a common mistake."
Elara crossed her arms tightly, narrowing her eyes. "Charming? You've got to be kidding me."
"Not at all," he replied smoothly, gesturing toward himself. "I mean, look at me. Saving lives, cracking jokes, looking this good while doing it—it's a package deal."
She rolled her eyes so hard she almost worried they'd get stuck. "You're about as charming as a frostbite spell in the middle of summer."
