Heart turned to me, his face thought­ful. “Yes­ter­day morn­ing. Yes, that means that Daphne hadn’t been home for two days be­fore that.” He smiled at me. “You were sup­posed to be the Al­pha’s eye can­dy.”
Adam laughed.
“What?” I asked him. “You don’t think I’d be good eye can­dy?” I looked down at my over­alls and grease-​stained hands. I’d torn an­oth­er nail to the quick.
“Hon­ey is eye can­dy,” said Ben apolo­get­ical­ly. “You’re . . . just you.”
“Mine,” said Adam, edg­ing be­tween Heart and me. “Mine is what she is.

Autor: Patricia Briggs

Heart turned to me, his face thought­ful. “Yes­ter­day morn­ing. Yes, that means that Daphne hadn’t been home for two days be­fore that.” He smiled at me. “You were sup­posed to be the Al­pha’s eye can­dy.”<br />Adam laughed.<br />“What?” I asked him. “You don’t think I’d be good eye can­dy?” I looked down at my over­alls and grease-​stained hands. I’d torn an­oth­er nail to the quick.<br />“Hon­ey is eye can­dy,” said Ben apolo­get­ical­ly. “You’re . . . just you.”<br />“Mine,” said Adam, edg­ing be­tween Heart and me. “Mine is what she is. - Patricia Briggs


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