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“But I love to test you. Your face gets all scrunched up.” His eyes crinkle as he smiles down at me in a way that makes my stomach flip. “It’s cute.”
My heart nearly stops in my chest, and I wish that I could tell Ris not to say things like that. Not to me. It’s not fair.
Because as much as I enjoy how easy it is with him and how I can be friends with a famous dark elf. There is one problem.
I’ve fallen in love with him.
And that kind of love is not acceptable on Protheka.
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RIS
My mouth is dry and my hand is trembling, but I have to hope that she doesn’t notice that. I love being around Sienna, I do. She’s funny and witty and she’s the only person on this planet that understands me.
Which is why I fell so hard for her.
It’s not fair for the laws of our society to keep us apart when we fit together so well. I want her more than anything, and yet, she’s just out of my reach.
She rolls her eyes as she steps away from me. “Whatever, casanova. Come on. You’re going to be late for your set if we don’t hurry up.”
And just like that, the moment is gone. We’ve been having a lot of these little moments, where it starts to feel likemore. There’s no denying our friendship or even our physical attraction, but sometimes the tension that builds between us gives me hope.
Foolish.
It’s foolish of me to ever think that Sienna would see more in me than a dark elf that she works for. Her Master, though the thought makes my stomach turn and my nose wrinkle.
Technically, her contract belongs to the theater, but she is only assigned to me. I made it a stipulation in my renewal and hers so they pay her dues and I reap the benefits.
“What do you mean ‘we’?” I tease as she goes to the rack of stringed instruments.
Already she’s tuning the ilya, pressed delicately against her chin.
I’ve never told her just how gorgeous she looks when she holds my favorite instrument, her toned arms perfectly poised. The only thing that would make it better is if she would remove her clothes before she plays.
I shake my head. Now is not the time for those thoughts.
“I forgot.” She wipes her palm on her pants before picking up the bow, running it delicately across the strings. The instrument sings out, a lovely tune that makes me drift closer to her. “You’re allergic to real work.”
Her lips quirk up before her soft melody turns into a jaunty tune, almost like she is taunting me with the notes.
I chuckle to drown out the pounding of my heart. In truth, every tease makes me fall for her more. And her talents are what won me over in the first place. It’s the true way to a musician's heart.
I lift the homre next to her, having already polished and tuned it. I prop its large body between my legs, resting the neck of the long instrument against my cheek as I draw my own bow to weave complexity into her song.
Sienna loses herself in the music, and this is my favorite part of my day. Many will say it’s their time on stage, but watching her eyes flutter closed as she lets the notes flow through her, the bliss on her lips, the way her fingers move… How could anything be better than that?
It can’t.
Because of Sienna, my music feels lackluster without her by my side. She brings a new light to what I once lived for.
Now, my priorities have changed.
The door flings open, and our melody is brought to a halt as Sienna whips around. She looks nervous, like she was just caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to. I guess it’s partially true, but I will always defend her. She’s supposed to clean and tune my instruments and playing them makes sure that everything is in order.
She quickly wipes her fingerprints off the neck and body before placing it back on its stand and going for awalpo. “I’m not using that tonight,” I murmur as I stand, leaning the homre toward her. It’s already been polished, but she’ll probably say I did it wrong.
My eyes go to the intruder, her arms crossed over her chest as her forest green eyes glare at me. “What are you doing?” Rhovier, my sister, hisses.
