DAEDILLION
I didn't plan to kiss her. I swear on the eternal crypts, I didn't.
But then she looked at me with those indigo eyes full of tentative trust, her hand still warm in mine after our "allies, partners, friends" pact, and all my carefully constructed restraint crumbled like ancient bones.
"There's something else I should tell you," I said, desperately trying to maintain some semblance of princely composure. "About these three weeks."
"Oh?" Aiko tilted her head, violet streaks in her hair catching the blood-red moonlight. "Let me guess—you're actually a shape-shifting necromancer sent to steal my dragon fire?"
A surprised laugh escaped me. "Your imagination is terrifying. And no, nothing that dramatic." I took a breath, suddenly nervous in a way I hadn't been during our entire
