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Thorna sipped on pixie blood while watching Pyrka scan over her story.
He peered up at her, eyes wide. “I think burning would be a terrible way to die, yet I loved the story.”
“I agree, but there are worse ways to die.” She arched a brow and imagined all the possible ways as he rested her pages on the table beside the throne.
These stories, they were her words, her feelings. Dark at times, lovely at times.
A black and white butterfly landed on her fingertip. “You’re thirsty, aren’t you?” Thorna placed the butterfly on the edge of the bucket filled with pixie blood. She watched a swarm of butterflies interweave around one another as they ventured to sate their appetites.
“See you soon, Pyrka,” Thorna said before transforming to a moth and darting toward Asher’s home.
The black sky concealed the world, the flickering stars guiding her way to Asher’s neighborhood.
On his door, a note written on printing paper was taped to it. How about waiting for me to answer after ringing the doorbell this time? Thorna’s heart pounded, brutally, as she transformed. She shakily retrieved the scroll and thorns from her satchel, yearning to stay and show herself. But she wouldn’t. She wanted to give him this part of herself, do something for him, the way he had for her these past few months.
Ringing the doorbell, she shifted into her moth form and soared off down the street, not even chancing a glance through Asher’s window. Because then she knew she would give in and take him away.
“Do you live around here?” Asher asked. “You’ve been coming in every day for the past couple of weeks.”
“Sometimes.” She smiled.
Asher arched a brow. “Well, that means on those ‘sometimes,’ you can continue coming in.”
“If you keep bringing in new antiques each day, then yes.” But she knew that wasn’t the only reason.
“I’ll get right on that.” He chuckled. “I really like the color of your hair.”
Most mortals tried to touch her emerald locks when they told her this, then she had to toy with them. But not Asher—he hadn’t attempted to touch her. Yet she wanted to feel his long fingers wrapped in her hair.
