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Eli sat at the table. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and she would be able to notice small cuts and scars across his torso.
He laughed easily, his shoulders shaking with mirth. "Of course. They're beautiful."
"You're doing excellently."
"You broke them, Sam, and now you're going to do it again. Perhaps I'll massage her wings while she's making breakfast. That seems like a fair...
August was already carrying a bowl of soup and a slice of bread out to the table.
Aubrey was watching this interaction, her eyes quickly darting between the two. "You joke with someone you have only just met. You also referred...
"Welcome to the sinful life. Enjoy your stay."
"For her wings, Sam. For not being there."
He returned to the cooking area as Eli returned, wearing a pair of old trousers, his hair dark with water.
Aubrey looked confused, but Tuck's gaze was warm with good-humor. "No, I'm fairly certain you said you would... what was it? Throw it at my...
"If you want to be reductive, yes."
He chuckled, dragging his finger along the bars. "No, I don't think I will. Tell me, do you think she's ever forgiven you?"
"Touche."
She raised one eyebrow, approaching. Her cool eyes swept over the counter before landing upon Tuck. "Are you ready to go, Tuck?" she asked, her...
She beamed, delighted. "You did it! You're truly a heathen, now."
She hummed slightly, working over the food as she began to cook. "A dull blade would work," the spirit said thoughtfully, turning to look at Sam...
"It's the first food you've tried outside of the Star."
He frowned, raising one eyebrow playfully as the door tinkled again. A black-haired, beautiful young woman entered. Avice would recognize her as...
"Then say it!"
"Yes, well," the spirit said, looking over at him. "It's not really up to you, is it?" "Sure. That sounds good. Go sit down, though, and let me...
