Lunar Phases: A Twisted Flame|18+
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"I bet you would be delicious."
Is this flirting, or is he actually thinking about eating me?
The server brings over our order. Evander devours his food. It is concerning and impressive how fast he wolfed it down, pun intended, I guess.
"You know I've always been team Edward."
My attempt at changing the subject from me being food.
"The undead blood-sucking demon?"
"I assume you don't approve."
My mocking tone gets under his skin, and I enjoy this more than I should.
"Yes, why not? He gets to live forever, never gets cold, is super fast, and reads minds."
"Mmf, not to quote Jacob, but I am alive. I have heat, primal instincts, and I prefer to live fully rather than live forever."
Primal instincts- I wonder what all of that could entail. Why do I find that more attractive than scary?
"The heat could help," I admit as I pull the jacket closer to my body.
He smirks, but there's a flicker of something darker in his eyes.
"So you'd rather cuddle with a corpse than burn with a beast?"
That's an oddly intriguing thought, I'll admit.
I raise an eyebrow. "Depends on the beast, I guess."
He leans in slightly, elbows on the table, voice low. "Careful, Aylin. You're flirting with fire."
I take a slow sip of my iced coffee, letting the cold contrast with the heat rising in my chest. "Maybe I'll like the burn."
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I am in the process of hand-drawing my own illustrations as well and will update them as I finish them.
I have 4 books in total planned.
The saga will be a dark romance, thriller, mixed medium.
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