“Asar, do you actually care what I think of you?”
He turned back to his work and didn’t answer.
A slow grin spread over my face. “You do”
“Absolutely not” he muttered. “Arrogant of you. Get over here Dawndrinker. Help me with this”
I dropped the subject, though I intensely wanted to tease him about it. Somehow, it didn’t seem right to. The victory felt fragile and precious, and, at the same time, deadly sharp
— Nov 21, 2024 02:11AM
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