My Monster
The flame dances, almost playfully, in her direction as if it's teasing the truth.
I step forward, taking the candle gently from her hands. The moment my fingers brush hers, the flame flickers higher, pulsing once as if it were protesting the separation. I mask the reaction with a quick motion, turning it off using demon energy.
"The magic is sensitive," I explain evenly. "It reacts to proximity, to shared energy. You were just... close enough to trigger it."
It's a neat excuse. But it is also completely false.
Eve nods, looking smug now. "So you finally believe me?"
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