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“You’ve gotten your air. You should go back.”
She huffed with amusement and then emphasized the cup in her hand. “Please, it’s a peace offering. I’ve been a…well, a bitch.”
“Isn’t that just the face you wear?”
“What did you just say?”
I clamped my mouth shut.
She laughed while placing the cup into my free hand. The contents were comfortably warm. And when I sipped from it, it was the perfect temperature. I got the sense it would never cool past this temperature, that it would remain perfect until I finished consuming it.
I stared at the cup. “What is this?”
“Magic matcha,” she said with a grin. “I thought it would be nice.”
“It tastes like…” I licked my lips to be sure. “Chocolate.”
“I think it tastes like that too. But still like sweet tea. I like it.”
“I like it too.”
She smiled. “Is it a good enough peace offering?”
“Why are you being so nice?”
Suspicion must have clung to me from my conversation with Izdor. I was used to Macy being rude and bitter. Her kindness, while refreshing, felt unmatched, making it odd behavior.
And then the sky seemed to crack open when she smiled. Radiance was born from that smile. The word hadn’t existed prior to her display of such joy. “Why don’t you smile more?”
Some of the radiance died on her lips. “I hate when people ask me that.”
“Then I shall never ask again.”
She searched my eyes. “Why are you so kind?”
“It’s my nature.”
“But I don’t understand.”
I took another bite of my pastry, encouraging her to do the same with the one I’d given to her. Pleasure rippled through her countenance as she chewed and hummed with delight. Elation beamed generously from her grin. When she was done, she set the pastry aside and rubbed the crumbs from her lap. A couple of birds flew up to her feet to get the crumbs.
I took her hand. “I’m kind because kindness wasn’t freely given where I came from.”
“But Estaria sounds gorgeous.”
“Gorgeous things can be torture. I’m afraid you’re familiar with that, little wolf.”
She looked forlorn. “Yeah, I get it.”
“Earth has…a mixed bag of kindness. Is that the right way to use that phrase?”
A small smile appeared. “Yes, that’s the correct use.”
“I feel obligated to give.”
“I mean, but what about trusting people?”
I shrugged. “People are going to do whatever they’re going to do. My job is kindness, and to take care of those who can’t take care of themselves, and to—”
