Mason Nightshade turned around and saw a fair and delicate little hand clutching the hem of his clothes. He followed the hand to its owner.
Aurelia Shaw sat up, her eyes especially radiant in the night, her long hair like seaweed falling and covering half of her slender figure. Her small face lifted up, looking at him from below, and this captivating beauty made Mason's Adam's apple involuntarily roll.
"Mason," she said, "I want to eat cake."
"Huh?" Cake?
Where can one buy cake in the middle of the night?
"There's no cake. Can you eat something else?" Mason asked, each word carrying a hint of nervousness, staring fixedly at her, focusing on her expression, fearing she would furrow her brows and show displeasure.
Aurelia furrowed her brows slightly.
Mason's heart clenched, regretting his refusal before she even spoke. Could he not fulfill even her tiny wish?
