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February 20 - February 21, 2021
“Your name is Brighton Jussier. Your friends sometimes call you Bri. Tink calls you Lite Bright,” he said, those beautiful eyes searching mine. “I call you my sunshine. Do you know why? It’s because I saw you smile once, and it was like the sun finally rising after centuries of nothing but night.”
And I may or may not punch Ivy when I see her.” “Don’t punch Ivy.” “Not even a little?” “No.” “How about a love tap?” A sob settled in the back of my throat as I shook my head no. “What about when I’m tiny Tink-sized with teeny, tiny fists?” I choked on a laugh. “Ren would still skewer you with a toothpick.”
“He said you killed him. Aric?” “I did,” I whispered. “Is there anything left of his body?” “Um, no. He sort of just disintegrated, like most Ancients.” “Not even ashes?” “I don’t think so.” “I’ll ask the King.” I frowned. “Why?” “Because I want to take a shit on his remains.”
“After I saw Ren’s junk, I kept seeing it. Sometimes, it would talk to me—”
Tink drew back from me and then stood, lifting his hands. “I’m about to ask a potentially obvious question here. Bear with me while I collect myself.”
He leaned in, resting his forehead against mine. “You know what I think?” I was half afraid to ask. “What?” “I think you’ll make a good mom. After all, I’m one hell of a test run.”
“I’m about to be even more honest. Like really super honest. The realest real kind of honesty.”