VALORIA WILDEROSE
"Aren't you going to bed?" I ask, trying to stifle the coldness in the air, partially feeling guilty that he had to leave. Not that it makes any sense.
"Don't you mean, 'a-aren't y-y-you go-going to b-bed'?" he points out, mocking my lack of stutter in the most annoying way possible.
"Ha ha… very funny," I drawl dryly.
Still, I can't ignore the blatantly obvious fact staring at me. I thought he was crazy the first time he pointed it out, but I truly haven't stuttered a word in a while—like some insane miracle.
I marvel at the thought that this affliction may have passed me by, but I know it's not true.
I still stuttered with my family… with Eros, battling each word just to express myself. The only person this phenomenon has happened with—twice now—is Azrael.
I hate to admit it. I want to deny it, but it's true. For some reason, it's easy to form words around him.
