![]() ![]() He’s frighteningly quick when he wants to be. ![]() Then I was trapped between the wall and his body, with no awareness of having gotten there. In retrospect, I think he thought he had it caged, and was nearly as surprised as I.Ĭake and candles exploded from my hands, shot straight up in the air, hit the ceiling, and stuck there, dripping gobs of icing. I sensed violence in the room a split second before it erupted. “I just thought it would be fun.” I stood, holding the cake out to him in both hands, so he could blow out candles before they dripped wax on the pretty confection. I was really glad I’d vetoed getting balloons. “I’m doing this for you,” he said tightly. Blow out the candles, will you? And lighten up, Barrons.” How had I not realized the delicacy of the ice I was on? What in the world had made me think I could give him a birthday cake and he’d be anything but weird about it? “-that I was having a sweet craving and used you for an excuse to indulge. No chopped-up Unseelie in there,” I joked. “He lifted his gaze from the cake to my face. ![]()
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