Naomi POV

Every hunter made jokes about running into sex pollen in the wild. At this moment, Naomi failed to see the humor.

“Zillah did this,” Cyran groaned. “I’ll either kill her or thank her.”

“She worked as a tavern maid. She knows how to mix a drink and brew tea. Who pays attention to the bartenders, even in a sophisticated place like this?”

Cyran clutched her to him. “‘Back for more tea?’ That’s what she said to me.”

“The taste is ...