“How did you see it? Lord Moreau’s butler took it from me.” She popped the other tart into her mouth, closed her eyes, and sighed. “I love blue plums.” In that moment, August would have bought her every blue plum in the world. “You should have eaten the other one, too,” he said, cheeks flushing. Ella cracked open one eye and pursed her lips, whispering, “I ate five.”
