"Okay," he murmured, tying the cloth around the end of the braid. "You're all ready."
Maia turned, a smile creasing her eyes, and reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. Her mouth fell open in outrage when Azrail intercepted and gripped her wrists, turning her away.
"Nope. No touching; we're going downstairs."
"You're just jealous because I made her come three times," Ark said, his tanned face smug.
Azrail shot him a warning look, mostly playful. "We're going downstairs, and if Isak really is going to show us to the island, we're going to shut it down."
"And find Vawn," Maia input.
"And find Vawn," Azrail agreed, kissing the tip of her nose. He gave her a gentle shove towards the door.