He practically screamed in anger, overwhelmed with the whiplash-inducing turns the situation had taken. He ground his teeth until his jaw ached and was tempted to toss Dragon Gin into his eyes just so he could stop picturing her body, her face, her hair. Even after how much she had infuriated him, he wanted her. But doubt had crept in. Had she wanted it? Had his augury senses failed him? No, that wasn’t a thing. He’d done so much research going up and read countless books, his senses weren’t wrong.