“I didn’t think you would want to use them on me. I thought we were past this,” he groaned. Several metal spoons lined the tea table as we sat on the floor. Cushions and old fur blankets were piled under us as we lingered near the steadily warming fireplace. We’d come to my family’s cottage. It was not small, but still about ten rooms. It was a bit of a backtrack, but the closest place we could go. Most of the furnishings and mirrors were still covered in sheets. It brought back old feelings from worse times, though any ghost of the past had disappeared now that I had company. I held a spoon
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He gifts her poisons and she makes him try them LOL
