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November 8 - November 11, 2025
“What are you thinking about?” Merrick asked after he drained the rest of the glass. “Whether I’m allowed to pet you.” Her mouth fell open when she heard herself utter the words, but no heat crept up her cheeks, and she once again thanked the drink swirling inside her. “You… you’re asking if you can pet me?” Merrick asked, and she knew she should have been worried about his low tone, but still, no sense of apprehension rippled across her skin. “It’s just your hair looks so soft and shiny, and I thought it would be nice to pet,” she tried to explain.
Swallowing, Lessia set her sights on the empty chair beside Kerym, but as she neared, the Fae violently shook his head at her, eyes flicking toward Merrick. “Absolutely not. I don’t plan on getting killed today. You go over there.”

