As she finished watering the last of her poisonous plants, she gave him an odd sort of look over her shoulder. “What?” He asked. Ivy smiled, and Silas’ chest sparked with warmth. “You know, for an Infernal, you’re not very scary,” she said, setting her pitcher into the sink. He couldn’t help but crowd into her space once more, as if she had the positive magnet to his negative one hidden beneath her skin. Planting his hands onto the edge of the counter on either side of her, he enjoyed how she had to wriggle around to face him. “That’s because I don’t want you to be scared of me,” he said
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