ANNATORIA
“I find fire fascinating,” I said to Darius, whose fingers were laced with mine, my head on his shoulder while we watched the fireplace burn after our nice dinner at another fine restaurant, which he also bought out for the evening. “It’s beautiful and dangerous.”
“Is that how you view yourself?” his voice boomed, and I nearly cracked a smile.
“Maybe. I can be dangerous.”
“How so?” His neck tilted to look at me. “Tell me about your dangerous side.”
With a knowing smile on my lips, I looked away. “Maybe another time,” I finally replied.
“Huh. Are you hiding something from me?”
“Yes. I’m hiding the fact that I have killed people,” I teased with narrowed eyes pointed at him, as if I wasn’t speaking the truth.
“Hey.” He tsked. “Don’t joke about death.”
“Death fascinates me
