Margo’s parents hadn’t exactly smothered her with love. In fact, it was quite the opposite. They were high time professionals in Hollywood, rubbing elbows with stars more often than they’d tucked their own daughter into bed. It was no wonder Margo turned out to be a little cold, building up walls of her own. Seth had managed to effectively crash through several of those walls. Even if she hadn’t said it, she knew she felt something like love for him, but it wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to express. It was much easier to show. A kiss, a cuddle. These were things she snuck in without warning and she was sure they said what her words were lacking.
She relished every kiss and this one was no different. Margo’s mind worked in a funny way. Every time the two of them were apart for an extended period of time she worried that she would never see him again. It wasn’t as if it was an entirely implausible fear with the lives they lived or, as things were currently, the worlds they lived in. Reunions like this gave her a little shred of hope.
There was a scrunch of her nose as she read his words. Steak. Could Leo really be helped with steak? His sustenance of choice were sinners’ souls. That had to give them a reason to be afraid, even if Leo did seem to like them.
“Babe, I talked to him back in Reims and he basically told me that food tastes like ashes to him.” Her mouth twisted into a scowl. “You think we’re safe around him?”
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She relished every kiss and this one was no different. Margo’s mind worked in a funny way. Every time the two of them were apart for an extended period of time she worried that she would never see him again. It wasn’t as if it was an entirely implausible fear with the lives they lived or, as things were currently, the worlds they lived in. Reunions like this gave her a little shred of hope.
There was a scrunch of her nose as she read his words. Steak. Could Leo really be helped with steak? His sustenance of choice were sinners’ souls. That had to give them a reason to be afraid, even if Leo did seem to like them.
“Babe, I talked to him back in Reims and he basically told me that food tastes like ashes to him.” Her mouth twisted into a scowl. “You think we’re safe around him?”