She pets and caresses my human arm in soothing strokes. In mere moments, I feel calmed by her touch. "There. Now that you are calmer, use your big boy words and tell me what you mean." I rear back as if she’s slapped me. Despite my evident outrage, Isabelle doesn’t seem to fear another outburst from me. She just continues to stroke my arm. "My big boy words?" I repeat after her. She gives a little shrug. How can this woman insult me while endearing herself to me at the same time? Fae lords help me, I actually adore the mischievous little smirk that plays with the corners of her mouth. She
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