Chapter 23
I gasped at the sight of Blaze’s dripping face with my drink number three. Biting down my lip, I reach over to try and wipe it off using my hands. “I’m so sorry.”
“Nothing to worry about. It’s like your first alcoholic drink all over again.” Blaze nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders as if it was no big deal that a girl spat on him.
My hands fumble with his warm yet rough skin. There were scar bumps and rough patches. I realize they’re healed over battle wounds.
Blaze stills, looking up with wide eyes. “Spirits tend to be unwelcoming to wandering ones.”
“They hurt you?” I ask in surprise feeling yet another large scar. He illusioned them away but I could still feel them.
“I’m a creature of the night. Not many are open to my existence.” Blaze admits pressing his face agains
