“Shut up.” Braza leaned back, hands tucked behind his head.
Kier-Dan studied him for another moment before dropping back to the bed beside him, breath already too calm for just after sex.
Braza slugged Kier-Dan’s shoulder, who merely cracked his eyes open questioningly. “At least look like you enjoyed yourself.”
That small huff of laughter. “Should I let sun magic light me up just because I got laid?”
Braza growled. “That’s not—”
“You’re glowing,” Kier-Dan repeated amused.
“I’m not wearing gauntlets!”
Gauntlets constrained magic, but Kier-Dan’s was fire and he wasn’t glowing at all. “Whatever you say, Braza.”0