“The world is ending and you want to watch me get naked,” she muttered, jerking up her pants.

“I have no intention of allowing our world to end. That said, if we were about to die, this wouldn’t be a bad way to go out. Buried inside you would be preferable, but I’ll take what I can get.”

Evelyn disregarded his claim. She needed to focus on her tasks or else she might remove her clothing again and jump into his arms. She finish strapping her shoulder harness and reached for her sword. Marrok’s large hand landed on it first.

“Allow me.”

He picked it up and she gave him her back. “Why do you not carry it at your hip?” he asked as he secured it to her back.

“Because I’m too short. If I bend enough, the tip of the scabbard drags the ground. Carrying it on my back, I have more freedom for movement.”

She added a short blade to her leg harness and turned to face him.

“You look …”

“Comfortable?” she offered. Unlike her sisters, Evelyn would choose to dress this way everyday if her father would have allowed it.

“Sexy. I was going to say sexy.”

Evelyn laughed. “I thought you didn’t like me—how did you say it? Dressed like a male?”

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it. I said I was going to start thinking you didn’t want me.”

Marrok cupped her cheek and lowered his lips to hers. One gentle brush and he nuzzled her cheek with his own. “I preferred your nightwear in the dreamworld because it was so easily removed,moj draga.”

Reluctantly, he took a step backwards. “We’ll explore what we can do with your leathers once this is over.”

“Seriously, how can you think about that when we’re about to be overrun?”

“Easy. It gives me something to look forward to and I have no intention of losing.”