“I think you are a hopeless romantic, young Maya. I also believe that you have a secret love,” Rin replied.
“Not this crap again.”
“There you go again, ignoring your feelings. I bet when you read that book you imagine that you are the princess and Dastan is the knight,” Rin suggested.
Maya’s eye twitched slightly. She had been caught red-handed. “N–No,” she denied, flushing with heat.
“You seem a little flustered, Maya? It appears I hit the nail on the head.”
“No…there will be no nailing today.” Maya’s mind deciphered an unexpectedly salacious meaning from the phrase, one she was ashamed to admit. “I mean…just drop it, Rin.”
“All right, Maya. I’ll make a small wager with you. The elixir I have created is made from the contents of a rare flower. The Dillyback, to be precise. Also know
