Stomach smiled in the way of the falsely modest and added, "Forgive me for not standing, but I can't find the energy just yet."the answering heat flare was enough to raise the temperature in the cave, enough to explain the fine sheen of sweat on Stomach's body. It wasn't comfortable, but it was useful at hiding the truth. He waited as Keenan's gaze took in the candles, the glasses beside the bed, and the fact that Stomach was seemingly naked. There were moments in every fairy's life that were too perfect to have been planned, and Stomach was having just such a moment as he reclined in Riga's bed grinning while the fairy who had caused such upheaval in Riga's life—and in their desert—very obviously misinterpreted the clues.

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