#yurena.

"Have we found a babysitter for you yet?" In truth, Bastien knew the little witch was older than she looked. But anyone that was no taller than the counter should still be dropped off at daycare, should they not? Did Necromanteion even have one? "Perhaps August can create you one. Any preferences?"

“I dare you to give that one,” his hand lifted, a finger indicating one of the unsuspecting vampires that had flooded the space around them, “a little brain bleed.” Bastien had only recently learned of this game, Truth or Dare, and now found cause to play it whenever he could. And truly, what was a better place than the vampire Queen’s wedding.

“Come on, derramar el té,” he let the words roll off his tongue slowly, lips turned up into a grin not long after. They were tucked away into the party held by the fey, who boasted something or a rather on it being one to remember. He highly doubted it, but he’d attend nonetheless, if only to sneak another moment with one in particular. As it were, though, he found himself in the company of someone much different. 

A member of a lost coven, the disciple of the only other sovereign that Kaan had taken favor with. But he struggled to make the move into the bookstore, for while she had returned, Erik had not. It was a blow that he had not been expecting to hit so hard, nor the lingering questions that had come with her reappearance. As it were, Kaan knew he could not linger for much longer on the street, so he finally made his move. Once inside the store, he stood only a foot from the door behind him, “Yurena?”