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But deep inside, butterflies are going wild as his scent reaches me. No, not butterflies. Dragons are having a battle, with flames and wings and roars.
It’s as if my soul is getting excited by his closeness. Stupid soul.
Dane, being the supportive friend and good person he is, tells him to get a grip and to stop bleeding on his shoes.
“Be a good girl for me, little mortal. I’ll return in the evening.”
Do not whimper to your god, little mortal. I’ll burn down the remaining realms before I hear you call out to someone else.
