"Venoms, elixirs, toxins, curses from the dark woods. Not for the faint-hearted. Buy at your own risk," Devran droned, barely looking up.
"So passionate in his work, am I right? Let's test that," I muttered, rubbing my hands together with a grin stretching ear to ear.
A pointed cough sounded behind me.
I turned—and there she was. Scarlette. Arms folded, olive-green eyes sharp enough to slice iron.
Right. A glaring Scarlette in dark robes and purple hair looked like a Dark Fairy you didn't mess with.
For a second, I forgot what mischief I was up to. She was captivating in a slightly terrifying way.
She placed a hand on her hip and snapped her fingers at me.
"I'm not daydreaming. Don't do that," I grumbled, trying to save face.
Honestly, can't a man admire his wife in peace? I am her husband, after all.
She rolled her eyes and shifted her gaze to Devran, still loitering at his stall just a few steps away.
That's when I noticed our disguises were working.
