"I am a Chef," Liam replied, his eyes tracking the unconscious assassin on the floor. "And a Vanguard. If they want to label me a 'player,' they should check my stats. My Charisma is average. My Stamina, however..." he smirked, breathing deeply into her neck.
That sent a shiver down her spine,
He let the sentence hang. Not on purpose, he'd been about to say his Stamina was his highest stat and that people consistently undervalued endurance builds, which was a legitimate tactical complaint he'd had since the start.
But Elizabeth's grip on his shirt tightened. Her knuckles pressed into his chest, five small points of contact burning through the fabric. The flush on her face deepened from pink to red, crawling down her neck and disappearing beneath her armour collar.
He breathed in. Strawberry and steel, closer now. The muscle along his jaw flexed.
"Your stamina, what?" she said flatly, alluringly and dangerously.
