You sat there, taunting and tantalizing Cal. He wanted to approach you many times. Your hair, your skin, your scent. It drove Cal crazy.

“Don’t even think about it, Cal.” Cere walks past Cal. You were Cere’s daughter. She sits there, guitar in hand while staring up at him.

If it weren’t for Cere, you would already be his, Or at least in his mind. You were so ethereal in his eyes—an unreal being. How could he not be attracted to you.

“Wasn’t thinking about it, Cere.” he sighs, lying to her.