Marcus pushed open the door to his room. His mouth burned like he'd swallowed fire.
Iris had been so excited about trying "human extremes," as she called it, and picked the spiciest noodles the vendor had.
He could still see her violet eyes sparkling with amusement.
"It's just a little heat," she had said, while he sweated profusely and reached for yet another cup of cooling tea.
The room was bathed in the soft glow of a single candle on the desk.Damien was sprawled on the bed, one leg dangling off the edge, completely at ease.
He held a novel in one hand. Cookies crumbled in the other.
Marcus paused in the doorway, surprised but not unhappy. Damien looked up from the book, his eyes lighting up with that familiar mischievous glint.
"Well, well," Damien said, his mouth half-full of cookie. He swallowed quickly and sat up a bit. "Look who finally made it back. Guess you survived the confessions, huh?"
He grabbed a cookie from the pile and tossed it toward Marcus.
