His aura swirled angry purple.
She sat very still trying to accustom herself to seeing his emotions. Such a thing had never happened before. This was not, after all, their first fight, far from it. Of course, she had been a young girl on those other occasions, and Kree had never been anywhere near this angry.
As she studied him, his aura changed, becoming a sort of deep red mist.
He stopped in front of her. "Of all the...pixie-stupid stunts."
Purple streaks arced through the red like lightning. Kayseri felt a hot breeze brush her cheek. Taking a deep breath and exhaling it slowly through his mouth, Kree made another circuit around the room. It occurred to her that he was not searching for the right words to chastise her. He was searching for the calm to utter them.
He stopped in front of her chair again. Rubbing his forehead with the back of his fist, he took a deep breath. "What the--" He caught his lower lip between his teeth, a crimson cloud enveloped him. "Damnation." He took another deep breath, exhaled slowly. He closed his eyes. "What by Namar's bloody tears do you think you are doing?"
His aura's heated glow faded a bit. Kayseri was not reassured. She had seen how quickly it flared. But by heaven, she was angry too.
"Who was that woman?"
Her question caught him by surprise. He almost grinned. No doubt he had expected her to trot out the usual litany of excuses she used whenever she did some outrageous pixie thing to him. He watched her through narrowed eyes, suspecting a trick.
"She must be someone. You were sleeping with her."