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Kolis’s head cocked. “What is it about her that you find so distracting?”

The handle of the pitcher dug into my palm. Could it be that my gown was transparent?

“She is…interesting to look upon,” the god answered.

“Interesting?” Kolis questioned. “Please elaborate, Uros.”

The god’s stare lowered, lingering on my chest. “She is pleasing to the eye.”

“Which parts?”

I flipped my stare to the Primal. Was he seriously asking that?

“Many parts,” Uros answered, looking at Kolis before continuing. “Her shape.”

Do not engage with those who enter the chamber, I reminded myself as I placed the pitcher back on the table before I launched it through the bars—something I didn’t think Kolis would appreciate. Plus, it would be a waste. The water was tasty.

“And?” Kolis smiled at the god, but there was an edge to it. A tension that hardened his jaw.

Uros looked me over as he drew his lower lip between his teeth. “Her hips. They’re full and appear soft. The shadowy area between her thighs.”

My mouth dropped open.

Kolis raised his brows. “What about it?”

“I bet it is equally soft.” Uros’ stare was full of heat, and not in a good way. “And wet.”

“What the fuck?” I spat before I could stop myself.

Uros’ eyes widened. He obviously hadn’t expected me to speak. And I probably shouldn’t have. My question would likely be considered an act of engaging. But come on.

However, Kolis only chuckled. “I believe you may have offended her.”

Uros said nothing to that, not that he needed to. His thoughts were clearly visible to me in the slight curve of his lips. He didn’t care if I was offended and likely didn’t believe I was worthy of worrying about such a thing.

“Are you?” Kolis asked, and it took me a moment to realize that he was speaking to me. “Are you offended?”

Who wouldn’t be? But if I were insulted by this god, then it meant his words or opinions mattered to me.

And they didn’t.

“No.” I took a sip of the water as I met the god’s gaze. “Mostly, just unimpressed.”

Kolis snorted as the god’s cheeks bloomed pink. I turned, heading back to the divan.

“The thing is,” Kolis began, “you have offended me.”

I turned to sit at the wrong time. Or maybe at exactly the right time. Regardless, doing so at that moment gave me a front-row seat to what happened next. Kolis turned his head to Uros and flashed that tight smile again.

He then lifted his right hand and flicked his wrist.

Uros imploded.

It was like he was sucked into himself. His face caved in, the bones there crunching and then collapsing. His chest deflated as if air, blood, and all the necessary things held within the cavity had suddenly been removed. The tunic he wore slipped down the chair as his shoulders and arms disappeared, pulled into the vortex of where his body used to be. The legs went next, and with one last meaty snap, nothing but bloodied linen and a few pieces of runny tissue remained.

It all happened so fast that the embers in me didn’t have much chance to do anything but pulse weakly at the death. My hands didn’t even warm.

Kolis looked over at me. “Do you find him more impressive in this state?”