THE BLUE LUNA
His hair grazed the under of his ears softly, even if there was nothing soft about the Enforcer of the Blue Moon Pack.
I moved forward again, taking the slender stem from him. My hands shook, and I tried to cover it up with laughter, but I doubted Daemon cared. He never had.
“Happy birthday, kiddo.”
There it was again. The constant reminder that I was just a kid while he was way older than me. His hand reached out to ruffle my hair, and I tried to dance away from his reach.
“I am not a kid, Daemon. I am sixteen.”
“Still a kid,” he murmured. “I think your father would think the same.”
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