Osiris also smirked, because if he did not keep acting like his usual shameless self, someone smarter might notice the way his fingers still trembled slightly whenever they brushed his chest.
Unfortunately for him, the village had more than one pair of sharp eyes.
Not far away, Kian was walking along the upper platform of the wall with two guards. He had not heard everything, but he had seen enough. He saw the way Osiris had suddenly stiffened. He saw the split second where the phoenix's face had gone pale before he started making jokes again.
Kian's gaze lingered for a moment.
He said nothing.
Because one thing he had learned after Isabella came into their lives was this: every male around her was carrying some kind of trouble. Some troubles were loud. Some were quiet. Some smiled too much. Some never smiled at all.
Osiris fell into the category of smiling too much.
That usually meant something ugly was hiding underneath.
Kian kept walking.
He would watch.
