Ariane:
The door shut behind me with a quiet click, sealing out the anticipation and the watchful eyes.
I made it three steps in before muttering under my breath, “Gods, I would sell a piece of my a.s.s for a toothbrush.”
As I entered, the bathroom lights flickered to life, and there, on the sink, like it had been waiting all along, was a brand-new toothbrush still sealed in a box and a tube of my favorite toothpaste.
I stared at it.
“Okay,” I murmured. “Either the gods really like dental hygiene or Seris is officially terrifying.” I would have sworn I heard him laugh that sweet, deep, joyous sound he shared with his friends at dinner the night before, a sound that had never been so freely given to me. Yet, it played through my head, as if this time it were mine.
Still, I wasn’t abou
