LENA POV
This man had put a spell on me.
I was almost offended by how effective it had been.
Not a real spell.
Nothing involving herbs, moonlight or me spending three hours translating something written by a witch who had apparently hated punctuation.
Just Elias.
Which somehow felt worse.
Because magical compulsions could be broken.
This?
This was entirely my own fault.
I stole another strawberry from the plate between us before he could get to it.
His eyes narrowed immediately.
"There were four."
"There are still three."
"There were four five seconds ago."
I popped the strawberry into my mouth.
"Tragic."
The man looked genuinely betrayed.
Honestly, it was adorable.
A dangerous observation.
Lately I seemed to be having a lot of those.
The worst part was that I couldn't
