“I must admit. It did occur to me to put a charm on any female shifter just to get him to forge,” Satis murmured when her friend was already out of the castle to go after Jeryaz.
Fireon scoffed, facing her fully and closed the door. “What do you mean? How?”
“Well… Don’t get angry, okay? I just thought it would be the last resort.”
His forehead creased. “Make it non-complex for me, mara selohva,” he drawled, crossing his arms on his muscled chest. “Let me understand it.”
“I did think to make the shifter look like me somehow—or say just an illusion—so that Nefarion would get into it because he has a thing for me.”
“Ah, f*ck! You planned on doing that without telling me?” he yelled.
“Hey, hey! It was the last resort I could think of, as I said. Besides, it didn’t happen. Why are you so
