“I will be the night, the darkest patch of sky around you,” he mocked, but it wasn’t like I hadn’t heard his unkindness back at the spring. “How many days did it take you to come up with those lines?” “Five,” I said with a slap against the back of his head that had him coughing up a laugh and actually brought a twitch of a smile to my face. “Three for drafting, two for revisions.”
