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Half sprawled over Lewyn's body, Callie breaks into breathless laughter.
"What is it?" He asks, running a hand up and down her side.
"I was just thinking that if anyone had told me when we first met that this would happen, I would've thought they were crazy."
"I would have been insulted."
She shoves him half-heartedly. "Hey."
"You were a child. Of course I wasn't interested in you like that."
"A few months later, I was an adult fully capable of making my own decisions, according to you."
He stirs. Maybe he doesn't like to think about the times he tortured her all those years ago.
Huh. She enjoys the memory of taking her revenge. Keeping him on edge with countless little references to his betrayal was fun.
Making Lewyn squirm has always been satisfying.
"You can technically be an adult," he says, scrambling for an answer that allows him to save face, "but still a child in these matters."
"Yeah, well, you were old."
Lewyn laughs, pushing back a strand of hair that has fallen over her eye. "I am still old."
"Lucky for you, I seem to have developed a thing for crypt keepers."
"I suppose I have developed a, how did you put it, "thing" for rude and insubordinate women."
"Hey, you're not my coven leader. By definition, I can't be insubordinate to you. Rude, okay. But I've never met anyone who deserves rudeness more than you."
"I'm a respectable member of society."
"Who literally tried to kill me and discredit me in front of the covens."
"I have never pretended to be a good man."
She points at him with a gasp. "You have always pretended to be a good man! I just seem to be one of the few people who can see through the act."
"Maybe you've paid very close attention to me."
"I have. My taste in men sucks." She runs a finger down his torso, makes him suck in a breath. "Your taste in women, on the other hand, is impeccable."
"What an unbiased statement."
She nods somberly. "I believe in self-awareness."