“Is that a no?” Stardust pushes, self-consciously wrapping her arms around her middle at the thought of my rejection. “No. Let’s go inside.” My plan to prepare the workshop is tossed to the wayside as she leads me into the house, her ass bouncing with every step, and I decide I won’t be bringing any of those Order assholes around her ever again, shrouding her home in darkness and despair. So long as I can preserve her misplaced, innocent convictions about me, I’ll keep her out of this.
