Gideon turns away and sucks her fingers clean, and all Harrow can do is watch, rendered speechless by something that isn't entirely horror and not fully desire, just a bizarre mix of the two. Her face, already flaming, burns even hotter when she hears the sound that almost-but-not-quite spills from Gideon's mouth, muffled around the obstacle of her fingers.

"Emperor's fucking blood, Nav."