“I almost don’t understand it.” Even if there was nothing that compared to sinking her fangs into a warm-blooded human and the absolute delight that came with the hunt, it would have been a lie to say that Fleur did not have a sweet tooth. She’d always had one. Perhaps it was because it was something that she had never been able to indulge in as a human, compensating with the whole of eternity that was now laid out in front of her. She had no issue with taking what she wanted from the average day to day. But the carnival provided something a little different.
“All it is is fried batter and powdered sugar. It’s nothing. And yet the entire population of Ashbourne acts like it’s a damn piece of art.” A napkin dabbed the corners of her mouth to ensure that there was no stray powdered sugar on her lips. “What is it about this?”
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