Author's Note- Some graphic details ahead.
Xion spent the next day being pampered by Nazia and Berry.
From food to piggyback rides, he was so happy that even as he lay on his bed to rest, his lips stayed curled in a smile.
Darius might have planned to use the little creature for his own ends, but the said angel had other plans.
Like buying a glass bottle.
He wanted to give a gift to the pretty human for letting him stay.
As he walked down the cobbled street, sunlight brushed his cheeks like a mother's hand.
He hummed a tune — one that had no beginning or end — as he made his way toward the wooden cart with the colored bottles he had seen two days ago.
This time, the shopkeeper greeted him with a grin. "Ah, young lord! Back again? What can I get you today?"
Xion didn't find anything strange about the greeting, or even the sudden title.
He was busy thinking of the pretty human who looked like a sword made of snow. What kind of gift would suit someone so cold and beautiful?
