"So this is it?" Violet asked, looking down at the butterfly resting inside the glass case, her brows pulling together with interest.
"Yeah." Alaric scratched the back of his neck, a boyish flush creeping up his face. "I just thought it would be sort of symbolic."
He looked away from Violet and back to the tiny creature. "Like… it flies off to find its target, and when it does, it lands on them. In a way, kind of poetic."
Alaric gave a small shrug, suddenly looking almost embarrassed by his own idea.
When no answer came from Violet, he slowly dared to lift his head, only to find Violet staring at him.
"I like it," she said, beaming at him.
One would think that now they were mated, the intensity of their attraction would settle. But that was not the case.
If anything, it had only heightened. And right now, there were about a million butterflies rioting in Alaric's stomach.
"Ugh." He couldn't help it anymore. He groaned and turned away from her.
