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Ā Ā ā -- Troy, darling, please donāt touch that. ā Hand reaches out to take the small envelope from the Siren, a scowl set to her features before it softens. He had been looking at the stuff she placed on the table -- she canāt blame him for being so curious. She would be in his same position, snooping around to find gossip information. But this was ... something else.
The envelope was simple -- icy blue with a careful clasp on it to protect its contents. Tantalizing, truly. Painted nails tap against the envelope before placing it beside her coat once more, a sigh escaping her. She canāt help it.
ā I donāt think you would wish to see the contents. Not to be dramatic, but it would change how you view me. ā












