Faye's POV
I could feel the heat spreading across my cheeks without needing to see my reflection. My face had to be burning crimson by now, probably matching the red glow of the heated stones scattered around the forge area.
Hardy stood waist-deep in the natural pool, water moving gently around his frame. His hand remained extended toward me, waiting. The soft blue luminescence from the cave walls cast shadows across his form, emphasizing the hard lines of his muscles and making every mark on his skin stand out in sharp relief. I found myself looking everywhere except directly at him, though part of me desperately wanted to do exactly that.
Slowly, I let the heavy cloak fall away, revealing what remained of my torn dress underneath.
