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August 24 - August 24, 2025
“Words don’t mean anything. Anyone can promise me the moon, but I’ve never seen anyone pull it from the sky.”
“Mamma, mamma, I just found Dolce Drago by the stables playing with his friends. They were catching snakes and Elise won because she caught two!”
“Can you taste cherries?” she breathed against my mouth. “No.” I brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “I can taste my own soul, because it’s the exact same flavour as yours.”
“Sei più bella del sole,” I breathed in awe. “You look like the angel you are, Elise,” Gabriel said. “Fuck me on a toadstool,” Leon sighed. “You look gorgeous, little monster.” Ryder made a strained noise, sweeping a hand over his closely cropped hair.
Darius eyed me up like he was assessing me. “And you’re going to accept and live like a king while Father uses you as another one of his little puppets, I guess?” My brows lifted. Maybe Dragon Junior wasn’t a carbon copy of his papà. “No.” I leaned closer conspiratorially. “I can’t be bought with gold, little Dragon.” “Less of the little,” he growled. “I’m almost your height.” “The key word is almost.” I smirked.