“You mean, you were thinking about making an apple cake for me. That’s what you meant to say, right?” “Sure. That’s what I meant.” “You know that’s my favorite,” Sawyer said with a pout. Not that Draco hadn’t learned years ago to guard himself against Sawyer’s puppy-eyes. They were deadly if you weren’t immune. Which sadly, both Draco and his brothers were. “I know,” Draco said. “And you’d just give it away? Like a heartless creature who had no heart?”
