Sol seemed rather pleased with himself. “Look at you. Besotted.” I smacked his shoulder, trying to stifle the laugh building in my throat. He merely grinned with smug delight. “Oh, don’t feign an icy demeanor now. You’re obsessed with me.” “You’re insufferable.” “You love me.” “You’re all right.” “Sing as many lies as you like, Stardust,”
