The Villain's Hero
he complained.
I smiled up at him. “We’ll grow it again tomorrow, and then you can leave it. But, if that old woman comes back before we do, a magically growing vine is somewhat suspicious, don’t you think?”
“This is why you’re the hero, and I’m the villain,” he leaned over and pressed his lips to my forehead. “You’re clearly the wisest, as well as kindest of the two of us.”
“Oh, Aien,” I laughed, blushing. “I’m not a hero.”