Deepwood Weald If the ground is black and yellow

Hadn't she told him not to call her darling? It seemed even more inappropriate after her recent joining with Dante. Never mind that - she wanted to know what the Fates were thinking, drawing Donovan ever closer to her in ways she didn't want. Some part of her was attracted to him, she wasn't going to lie to herself about that, but he was vile and cruel and they'd simply make an awful pair. Not to mention that she'd have to betray all of her morals, all she held close to her heart. If the Fates wanted romance, they could forget it.

I'm in perfect working condition. She answered, keeping her gaze focused straight ahead. Still, something bothered her about the way he seemed to care. Either he was a great actor, or she'd genuinely won over some part of him. The latter would be enough to keep her interested. Why do you pretend to care? She asked, her tone less offensive and more hurt by the thought.