““Other males saw Nïx as exceedingly comely; all Bowe saw was a powerful being made mad as a hatter from her foresight. Nïx lay on her side, bending her elbow to casually prop her head in her hand. With a sigh she said, “Bowen, I took you on as my pet project because I like to ogle you. Due to your rowr factor.” Her distracted gaze flickered over his face and the bandaged end of his arm. "If you're not going to keep yourself up, well--””
