“Then you don’t know Faolin,” he said. “Men wet their pants when he gets that look in his eyes.”
“Good thing I’m not a man then.”
We stopped at the Jeep, and I unlocked the doors. Violet climbed in, but I paused with my hand on the handle and looked at Conlan. “Can I ask you something?”
He gave me a cocky little grin. “Is it my phone number?”
I couldn’t help but smile at him. “Teg and Korre both said something about me drawing attention to myself. Do you know what they were talking about?”
Conlan surprised me by reaching out to touch my ponytail. I pulled back, and he let my hair slip through his fingers.
“It’s your hair,” he said almost wistfully. “That is a particularly lovely shade of red.”
“Oh.” I almost slapped my head, feeling like all kinds of an i***t. There were no redheads
