“Ivan the village has been cleared of all the people with walls that are too thin. The storm is getting worse. If you stay as much as 30 minutes under this storm you will die. Come back in please” One of the oldest kitchen maids said to Ivan, holding back his hand.
“I need to find the Queen” he argued.
“There are a lot of lives at stake here and I can stop everything once I find her” he tried to free his hand from her grip.
“Unless you have powers, you can’t go into that storm. Who are you Ivan?” She tried to reason.
He grinned roguishly and wrung free his hand.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
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“Erik come on,” I whined, tugging at his hand.
He chuckled and leaned in, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.
I felt all kinds of butterflies but he let go before we even started
