Fuyu leaned forward slightly, the orange glow of the embers dancing in his pupils. "That's because… the girls in this village are naive. They don't know the 'fire' I have inside. They would break under the weight of what I need. Why should I bind myself to a girl who cannot help me grow, when there is already so much power right here?"
Nula froze, her breath hitching. The implication hung in the air, thick and suffocating. She looked at Fuyu, seeing the way his eyes lingered on the swell of her chest, the milk-smooth skin of her shoulders, and the sturdy curve of her thighs. The awkwardness she had felt earlier returned tenfold, but with it came a strange, terrifying heat.
What is he saying? she thought, her mind racing to find a safe interpretation of his words. He's just confused. He's reaching out to the only woman he knows... but the way he's looking at me...
