“Depends, really. I met David at a party. After we talked a bit, he asked for my number and we went on a date.” He shrugged, trying to pass off the story like it was a casual memory, but Jag could see the sorrow tugging at Ethan’s eyes. “That’s it?” Jag scowled. “He didn’t even bring you a beast’s heart or the skull of a foe as an offering before he tried to court you?” Ethan’s eyes went wide as he shook his head, his gaze sliding between the road and Jag. “Uh, no. He got me flowers once.” Jag scoffed, the snort of disgust loud in the tiny car. “Flowers? What kind of spineless sack of guts and
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