by Megan Derr
Curling her fingers around the new bone necklace at her throat, still strange even as it was comforting, Adamina knocked on the door.
It swung open just as she was beginning to fret, spilling out warmth, the smell of roasting vegetables, and a familiar smile on a sorely missed face. "Hello, Huntress."
"Witch," Adamina greeted, aching to reach out and touch, pull her in close. Instead, she swallowed and tried to remember more words. "I—I thought you were gone. I went to your cottage."
"Too close to bad memories for me," Grete replied, then reached out and tugged her inside, walking backwards until they were both in. Adamina shut the door. "I helped out with a few things here while I was recovering, locals in the area needing charms and tinctures." Her mouth tipped up at one corner, and she looked up playfully through her lashes as she said, "Sold quite a bit of my jam, too. Your mother invited me to stay on. I suspect ulterior motives. She's really quite as ruthless as the rumors say." She smacked Adamina's chest playfully. "Here I am, 'my aunt is the Mad Witch', and you've got the Beast of Roses and the Merchant Queen for parents." She jabbed Adamina's stomach with one finger. "You're a brat."
"Maybe a little bit," Adamina replied, and curled her fingers around Grete's wrist, pulled her close, thrumming with warmth when Grete left her arm to lazily drape around Adamina's neck. "I thought you were gone," Adamina said softly, lightly resting her hands on Grete's hips.
Grete scoffed. "After all that trouble, I am owed at least one hundred compliments—one hundred twenty-five with interest—and I mean to collect."
"I see you've been spending a lot of time with my mother." Adamina's smile widened into a grin. "I'm sure she adores having someone so smart and clever to spend time with."
"One hundred and twenty-four left," Grete replied, and pulled her down into a kiss that felt like home.
FIN
About the Author
Megan is a long time resident of m/m fiction, and keeps herself busy reading, writing, and publishing it. She is often accused of fluff and nonsense. When she's not involved in writing, she likes to cook, harass her cats, or watch movies (especially all things James Bond). She loves to hear from readers, and can be found all around the internet.
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