Davon's Magical Services
Leaving me troubled, and not just because of the reprimand I’m likely about to receive.
It’s Friday and I’m once again standing in Davon’s office. My eyes glide over the books resting on his shelf, near the desk. The titles seem foreign, though where they’re from I have no idea.
“They’re written in Fae,” Davon tells me, approaching from behind. His silky voice wraps around me, like a lovers embrace. “I’m glad you let yourself in, I was busy in the basement.”
“I’m glad you don’t find it rude,” I reply, unable to look at him. When he moves to my side, I turn away.
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