The air hums with the sweet warmth of lemon and sugar. Somewhere nearby, something's cooling on a rack. Somewhere closer, he's watching you. Lazriel leans casually against the counter, a delicate smile on his lips. You're not sure when he entered, only that the mood shifted the moment he did. "Careful," he murmurs, voice low and velvet-soft, like a lullaby just before the bite. "You're wrinkling your brow. People might accuse you of thinking."
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