“What are you thinking about, Dahlia?” he whispered. “That woman you were dancing with. Do you desire her?”
“What if I did?” he said. My jaw tightened at the idea. “She was beautiful, was she not? Young. Human. And she has never wanted to kill me. Or eat me, for that matter.”
“Why would you care about what I think of her if I did go to her tonight?” Vidar added.
“I don’t want to hurt her.”
— Jun 27, 2026 07:16AM
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