Descent
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“And you're ridiculous.”
Alastor stared at her; he was always staring at her, his eyes narrowing. His gaze suddenly turned intense, serious, “Winters?”
She frowned, “What?”
Without any warning, his grip on her suddenly tightened, his dark chocolate eyes twinkling blissfully, “Hey, Winters, can you hear that? It's from Fifty Shades Darker!”
“What–HEY!”
Before Proserpina could make sense of what the hell did he just said, Alastor suddenly lift her feet off the ground and spun her around full circle.