“Dante, we have to go back.” “Back to where?” “Your castle. I need more honey.” Mentally, I was kicking myself for running out of the bee room so quickly. If I had known bee demons made something so precious, I would’ve bowed down and erected a shrine in their honor hoping to be given some of their bounty. “You’re going to make yourself sick,” he scolded. “It’s worth it,” I sighed. “Please, dear husband, just keep me in an endless supply of this stuff and I’ll be yours forever.” “Keep testing me and all those wicked assumptions of yours will come true.” His voice lowered to something hungry
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