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Aeronwy would never be in one of his classes, but that was okay. When there was a field trip, he always brought something back for her, anyway. This time, he’d been an additional chaperone for the Senior sociology classes’ trip to the fair.
He smiled fondly at the small box of candies in his hands, momentarily recalling the first time she had ever encountered the sticky sweets. She’d made a proper mess of herself, safely in Silas’ care. He’d cleaned her up, tenderly dressed her latest severe injuries, and kissed every bruise he found.
She was his angel. His gift.
He smiled fondly at the small box of candies in his hands, momentarily recalling the first time she had ever encountered the sticky sweets. She’d made a proper mess of herself, safely in Silas’ care. He’d cleaned her up, tenderly dressed her latest severe injuries, and kissed every bruise he found.
She was his angel. His gift.
