He looked at her for a little too long. Then he took her hand. “My little one,” he said.
Her heart gave a funny little squeeze. No one had called her that before, or anything really, other than in their way. “Where did you get that from?”
His brow tightened. “I don’t know. Something from a really long time ago.”
“Your mortal life?”
“My oldest sister.” He smiled then, as if just remembering something pleasant. “She raised me after our mother died.”
“She used to call you that?”
“I hadn’t even thought about it in I don’t know how long.”
“I like it,” she said. “I’ve never been called anything so sweet before. You may be on the way to spoiling me if you keep this up.”
“Then be spoiled.” He grinned.
Darcy Branwyn 
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