"Say, Seraphina… wanna be mine?"
Okay, that… might've sounded wrong or maybe it didn't.
Honestly, at this point, I couldn't even tell what right was supposed to sound like anymore.
My smile widened as if I meant every word, as if I had just confessed something profound.
I mean, the girl in front of me had technically awakened some divine insanity and managed to not die, which, frankly, already placed her above ninety percent of people I had met.
So maybe it would've been poetic to say I had fallen in love at first sight, that her brilliance had reached through the cracks of my weary heart and melted the ice or whatever other romantic nonsense bards liked to sing about.
But nope.
Not even close.
Love wasn't the word. It wasn't even in the same dictionary. What I wanted was much simpler and infinitely more honest, I wanted to use her.
