divine-disassociationâ:
âOh, donât act so ashamed of your love for me.I wonât tattle.â she whispered, winking. âIbiza, with a pit stop in Valencia.â she clicked her tongue. âI had an army of pixies to train and lead into battle. Plus, I had a craving for paella.â
âI would not go that far.â Still, he smiles. âAh. Sounds like an exciting trip, then. Did you win the battle?â























