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He exhaled, his eyes closing. "They'll be around within the hour, Fleur," he said, his voice quiet. "They'll take me back downriver. You should...
She laughed, looking over at him. "The supermarket?"
He rolled onto his back, looking up to the ceiling and trying to catch his breath. "I don't imagine that there's much you can do, Princess," he...
She closed her bedroom door and following him, almost skipping with excitement.
He looked up at her, squinting. "I don't need that right now," he told her, his voice hoarse. "Here..." He tugged on the necklace from around...
"I'm ready to go when you are."
He frowned, looking up at her for a moment, feeling the power that rejuvenated him. He hesitated before reaching out and taking her hand, his own...
She looked over at him, her expression affectionate. "You're my favorite person," she said decisively, turning to look back at the room. "I...
He was curled up, but his eyes fluttered open, grey and cold and tired. He didn't seem to have the strength to respond, his hand flopping by his...
"Yeah, but..." She paused before shrugging it off. "I guess. But still, I shouldn't do anything permanent. Who knows what'll happen?"
Ferris' fingers twitched weakly and after a few more minutes of this agonizing fight, the fire left his eyes and he shuddered, his body relaxing...
She paused, her face reflecting her surprise. "...really?"
They were filled with various jewels and luxuries. One box she looked into just held individually wrapped chocolate truffles. The man loomed...
She looked over at him, raising one eyebrow and tapping her head against his shoulder playfully. “How many have you had?”
The room was ornate and lush and comfortable, with heavy velvet drapes and silk pillows and a roaring fireplace. There were boxes on the mantle of...
“But what if your next resident doesn’t like the setup?” she asked worriedly.
“Is she in Sylvaele with you? Ferris, you know I can make you bleed.” The man’s face fell slightly and he frowned in confusion. “And... ballet?”...
She looked over at him, nudging him playfully in greeting. “I’m not sure,” she said, turning to look back at the room. “I don’t want anything...
The man came over and hunkered down, kneeling just inches away from Fleur. “Now, let’s take a look, shall we?” he asked, waving his hand in front...
On Tuesday, Ophelia was standing in the doorway of her bedroom, her hands on her hips as she scrutinized the room with pursed lips.
