"Where's my betrothal gift?" Atop the cliff, she raised an eyebrow and gazed at the empty-handed man with a smile in her eyes.
His peach-blossom eyes curved upward, and a faint smile twinkled in them. "How about all the land beneath your feet?"
She smiled. "No good."
He smiled too. "Then what do you want?"
She brushed a hand over her hair, lifting her chin slightly. Amusement filled her eyes. "How about one gorgeous demon?"
He lowered his eyes as if thinking it over. A moment later, he raised the corner of his eye with a lazy look. "And one little gorgeous demon thrown in."
