Kian walked up to the stone cauldron like it weighed nothing and—without so much as a grunt—lifted the massive thing and carried it toward the stone slab Isabella had struggled with earlier. His arms flexed with the motion, muscles rolling like smooth rope beneath his tanned skin, and the faint sound of water sloshing inside echoed as he moved.
Isabella squinted at him. "Show off," she muttered under her breath.
"I heard that," Kian called out without even turning his head.
Isabella blinked. "Of course you did," she sighed, a little too fondly, watching him set the cauldron down like it was a basket of fruit.
Rolling her eyes, she turned and walked back into the hut, brushing past the hide curtain as Glimora let out a tiny snore from her mossy corner.
