We made our way out of the castle. Once we were outside the gates, we walked through the apple orchard. I plucked an apple off a tree and brought it to my nose. It still surprised me that its fragrance was blood. I knew it would taste like blood as well. I bit into it, enjoying the flavor.
Dorian also picked an apple. He took a few bites.
"What does yours taste like?" I asked, curious.
He lifted an eyebrow. "Like an apple, of course." He winked.
"It does?"
"Yes, my love, it tastes like a sweet and juicy apple."
"If you say so." But I knew that was the magic of Sharra. All foods tasted like what you desired most.
He leaned in and kissed me.
As we strolled through the grove, I admired the blossoms floating along with the breeze. Dorian caught one, clutched it between his thumb and f
