Merry and Bee-right - Chapter 2

Despite the blizzard outside, the newcomer was entirely pristine; not a speck of snow or ice clung to his person. He wasn’t even shivering, even though he wore no coat over his black three-piece suit and golden tie.  

What kind of sorcery was this?  

Clearly, it was the kind that shaped this man’s pale face, with its sharp cat’s eyes and high cheekbones, framed as they were by shiny, mid-back length hair. The man laid eyes on Annabelle as she knelt next to Aster and smiled. The sly warmth of it sent the girl’s heart to pounding in her ears, and she inhaled deeply as she gazed at him, forgetting to blink for a good long while.  

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