“You’ve never had a kiss before?” You ask him with a bark of laughter

“I’ve had kisses! Great kisses! But they don’t make you forget your name. I’d bet Truth Teller on it.”

You raised an eyebrow, stepping closer to him

“What are you doing?” He asked, his eyes on you

You tilted your head “Winning myself a dagger.” You murmured

The kiss was slow and torturous, his wings met the trunk of a tree

“Now Shadowsinger, what’s your name?” You whisper

“You taste like lemon, you know that?” He panted