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Unaware she’s being assessed, Ruby smashes a truffle bigger than her head into her mouth, lets out a loud belch, and breaks into a bizarre dance.
After the darkling attack, Ruby’s wing healed, but her spirit didn’t. She blames herself for my near death and has taken to binging straight packets of sugar she lifts from the comm, wearing all black, listening to Fall Out Boy songs on repeat, and scribbling soliloquies on the meaning of life.
“Illustrious lover boy?” he guesses. “No, I’m definitely not a boy. Ignominious little bastard?” His eyes twinkle. “We both know little is an unfitting description of me.” Holy hell, is he trying to make me blush? “Bastard, however, is probably correct.”