I turned to see Mouse resting his chin on the edge of the shoebox, watching us. His eyes scanned over my guests and winked at Gaela. She snorted and rolled her eyes.
“What a beautiful fae. How did they turn you, gorgeous?” He asked.
“I was born gorgeous, Mouse.” She replied.
Mouse chuckled. “You didn’t call me ‘little mouse’ as many larger fae would have.”
“Your blanket came off in your sleep; you are definitely not a little mouse,” Gaela smirked.
Their flirty banter made me uncomfortable. When I found my Solus Amor, I didn’t want to flirt with anyone else in even a joking manner. Flint didn’t seem bothered. It must be cultural. I knew pixies had a reputation for being flirty, perhaps that was true of all diminutive fae. Or all fae in general.
“Who are your friends, Angel?”
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