Auren POV
“Don’t eat that,” Lorien’s voice finally broke the silence, quiet but firm. I turned to look at her, and the second our eyes met, she squeezed hers shut as though she could pretend she hadn’t spoken at all.
If I didn’t know better if I didn’t know what she was maybe I’d have thought she actually cared whether I got sick from spoiled pie. But I did know better. I shook my head as I dug out a fresh set of clothes from the dresser.
Fae weren’t known for their kindness. They were selfish, cunning, manipulative. It would be naive to believe Lorien was any different.
“Relax. I won’t,” I said, glancing at the half-ruined dessert. “I’ll toss it. We can get you another one.”
The words were out before I could stop them. It sounded dangerously close to… asking her out. A date. A memory
