His expression shifted to something like thoughtfulness. “What is your name?” She stared at him for a long time, deciding if she should risk giving it over this time. He gave a dramatic sigh. “If I give you my name first, would that help?” “Possibly,” she answered. “You can call me Blackwell. It’s nice to officially make your acquaintance…?” A long pause. Then, “Ophelia Grimm.” “Ophelia,” he repeated, tasting every syllable. Her name on his tongue sounded like a wicked prayer. “You are exactly the person I’ve been waiting for.”
he can get it oouu i swear to god he can get it
