Ambrosia POV
Heath came to pick up my goods for market, which represented a unique and distressing challenge.
We’d brushed the whole confession of love incident under the rug and were delusionally marching forward as if nothing had changed between us, but this would be the first time I saw him again.
Except I really, really shouldn’t see him.
However, there was the undercurrent of supernatural market business that I needed to explain- not fully, of course- but he needed to know to verify the coin before handing off the package. And that might open up a whole new issue- what if he asked too many questions?
And of course, if I refused to see him at all, he would think I wasn’t really over the confession thing- and of course, I wasn’t. He’d irrevocably damaged our dynamic simply over jea
