ELARA
"Don't, Ginger. I will respect your wish." He laid the plate to dry and turned away from the sink to face me, his wet hands resting on the counter. Water dripped from them to the floor. His lips curved up thoughtfully. "I knew you wouldn't agree anyway. I have been with you for a few months and discovered what a headstrong woman you are. But I admire you a lot for many things, including your devotion to this realm, of which I happen to be a part." He faltered and brought his hands together, squeezing them as though that simple act could extract the dampness. "I will leave as soon as I am- "
"You don't have to leave, Gerald," I said, pushing away from the counter to move toward him. But as if repelled, he bolted upright and steered toward the entrance. I followed. "Gerald, wai
