Blood, Gold, and Silver
“I don’t think that…”
“Shh, shh, shh,” she said, pressing a finger softly against my lips, yet again filling me with an itching need. “First of all, I prefer to be called Lady Brit. And second of all, I’m afraid that it must be you, my dear. I find your strange aura pleasing. So weak, fragile, and pure. Your like a delicate flower, oozing the sweetest of scents, one little tug away from crumbling to the ground.”
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