Dante looked on warily, plagued by images of fairytale poisons.

“The water brings out the subtler flavours,” Sonnet murmured in explanation. He held what looked like a teaspoon of sugar over the glass. “Watch.”

Dante did as he was instructed. He watched the clear trickle of icy water as Sonnet tipped it over the sugar and into the reservoir ( Read more... )

“Marry me.”

Her brother’s words leap to mind instantaneously. Please stop seeing him.

Firenze has hurt her so many times. The angry bruise from his last burst of rage offers a sharp pang as if to reinforce the knowledge that he will not hesitate to raise a hand against her.

She knows what pain this union will bring down on her siblings ( Read more... )

“I love you,” Dante insists, his voice desperate.

Sonnet turns away to hide the tears that rush to his eyes, but the angle of the light makes them glitter in his lashes, and they leave a shimmering trail as they course down his face.

“Take it back,” he whispers hoarsely, and Dante does. He revokes all the love, the good times-everything he’s ( Read more... )

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