Eveningreadswithevie

“Consider it done. Now, little one, go paint to your heart's content." I don't hesitate to obey as I start to turn away from him, but he grabs my arm. I blush, hoping he can’t smell me as he holds me in place and leans forward. "And about your dress ..." "What about it?" I ask, looking up at him. "Burn it," he says, his eyes moving lower as he growls low against my ear. “Burn it all.”
― Alice Wilde, Kiss of Death