“You know, insulting her people probably isn’t the best way to learn more about her,” Zane pointed out.
Skylar chuckled. He wrapped his hands around the icy balcony rail, leaning back and stretching the muscles through his arms. A sharp wind whipped his white hair behind him, gooseflesh prickling his skin.
“It is also dangerous. Based on your own account, she could melt this whole palace into nothing,” the general continued.
Skylar glanced over his shoulder at his friend’s pouting face. “She’s defensive and has a temper, but she isn’t unpredictable or out of control.”
“Is that why you provoked her?” Zane questioned, jaw slackening.
Skylar shrugged and looked back out at his kingdom. “That was just for fun.”
“Fun?” Zane scoffed.
“Sabriel’s right, she’s going to be here for a while. What’s that point of keeping her around if I can’t enjoy her,” Skylar asked, smirking.