Cassi giggled, breaking eye contact with Nic to stare at her hands on his chest. She knew they were just standing in the middle of the store, other customers coming and going from the changerooms, but she couldn’t help her mind when it wandered.
”We used to make these little dolls when I was growing up. I made one once, but I didn’t get to keep it for long. Instead, I was taught to work and play with plants, medicinal and poisonous. I loved it, trust me, but when I was working with the plants, I would watch the children play with dolls and wish I had my own. I didn’t think I would have a real-life doll,” she said, looking up at him again. ”Okay, okay. Go on. No more distractions.” Cassiopeia released Nic and took a few steps back before she turned around to distract herself with other things.
She roamed the store, letting Nic try his clothes on in private, and only came around when he tried on a new style of pants. There were a couple that didn’t work for him, but she was pleased that the majority of the clothes were winners. Cassiopeia stood at the counter with him while the clothes were scanned and folded. She tapped her fingers along the counter’s edge, and once the total was drawn up, Cassi hipchecked Nic out of the way and paid for the items quickly. She slipped her card away and turned to face his wrath.
”You spoil me, I spoil you.”
Caden looked into Nero’s eyes, seeing all the things they weren’t saying reflected there. He brushed his fingers delicately across their cheek, his other arm wrapping around Nero’s waist and pulled them in close.
”If I had to guess, I would say something celestial. Dragons aren’t the oldest thing on this earth but we are up there. It could be a very powerful witch as well, someone who knows how to disguise their scent, but I’m not sure. The only way I’ll be sure is if I come across them, or if this happens again.”
Caden slid his hand from Nero’s cheek to the back of their neck. ”You’re mine. I’m not letting you go so easily. No matter what or who tries to come for you.” The same fears Nero was feeling circled in Caden’s eyes, but there was a fire there that burned. A fire that refused to be dampened.