...Ah. So this is why people lost their minds around celebrities. Or why that one dude started a war over Helen of Troy. Or...well, lots of stuff. I mean, my goodness.
"There's always next time," said Gus firmly.
Oh yeah, people were talking.
I could feel the faint squiggles of his magic poking around where his hands held on to my arm. "You're in a lot of pain, Lil'."
I had to look away and mentally shake myself before I could answer.
"Just because I pulled away too quick, just give me a moment. His eyes are all that's left and that should be nothing, really. The bones are small, we can even let his kidneys take care of the rest." I wanted to make as few trips here as possible, thank you. And definitely less time with that face would be healthy to my mental welfare.
Because rather than wanting to make me throw myself at his feet, his beauty sort of terrified me, or rather, the powerful effect it had on me. I didn't like that at all.