'Do not accept food from an unknown magical entity! He is a foreign variable! Maintain your operational security!'
Her six-year-old body, however, completely hijacked her nervous system.
"Ooooh," Seraphina breathed, her eyes turning into massive, sparkling stars.
She reached out and snatched a blue macaron, shoving it directly into her mouth.
The overwhelming, explosive sweetness of the elven magic hit her tastebuds.
It was the most incredible thing she had ever eaten. Her cheeks puffed out, and she let out a tiny, happy hum, her feet doing a subconscious little dance of pure joy on the carpet.
Roan watched her, his heart clenching with a sudden wave of pure affection.
She was terrifying, incredibly sharp, and utterly brilliant. But when she ate sweets, she was just a tiny, soft, wonderful child.
He couldn't help himself.
Roan reached out, his pale hand gently resting on top of her dark, messy head. He patted her hair softly, a gesture of incredibly natural, familial warmth.
