He watched the love of his life brush her delicate fingers over the flower they grew together the other day and smiled when the petals emanated a soft glow, responding to the touch of a goddess. Astraea smiled and peered at him, catching his gaze.
“You could help, you know,” she arched her brow at him.
“If I come closer to you, no more work will be done today,” he promised, leaning against the glowing willow. His lips curled when he noticed the rosy tint on her cheeks.
“You could help, you know,” she taunted him, repeating the same words with a completely different tone and meaning. A growl rumbled through Fenrir’s chest, and she giggled, picking up the hem of her long silvery-white dress and charging into the garden maze.
He chased her, allowing her to think she’d escaped just for a f
