Foxfire Burns to Ashes on the Lips

When her fox tail brushes his Adam's apple.

Chaos energy gathers into a scorching vortex in his palm.

No matter how cold the Mystic Ice of the Tower of Forgetting Love is.

It cannot match the heat of her rising on tiptoe to bite his earlobe.

The instant a rain of arrows pierces the barrier.

He pins her against the ice wall.

His lips graze the corner of her reddened eye. "Are you afraid?"

The tip of her tail has already hooked open half his robe.

The three elders' ice blades strike.

In the brief moment she turns her head to kiss him.

Foxfire scorches the skin at his neck.

Meltwater trickles down her collarbone.

As the black-robed man's chains coil around his wrist.

He licks the bead of blood from the corner of her lips. "Remember this pain."

Her hand grips his back even tighter.

"Why not remember how I'm biting you right now?"

When the last lamp goes out.

His ring sinks into her palm.

The tip of her tail winds around his bloodstained belt.

Even the smell of blood in the air.

Is sickeningly sweet.