I cursed.
"Do you blame me?"
I snapped to attention. "For what?"
"All your misfortune. After all, I'm the one that brought it upon you." There was something in his face - vulnerability? Regret?
"Of course not," I said automatically, then paused to think: "You've made my life a lot more interesting, and I would rather have that excitement, with all the risk it brings. I'm still alive, aren't I?" I paused. "Well, sort of."
"Interesting..." he echoed, relaxing his powerful limbs. His wings slipped through gaps in the railing and fanned out behind us, brushing against my skin. "That's all?"
I knitted my brow, puzzled. "What, should I worship the day you stepped into my life?" I teased.
He tensed, missing my playful tone. "Of course not," he said stiffly.
His mood swings confounded me.
