“What's your name?” Stolas asked, knowing he sounded almost distressed and pathetic, but he was so desperate to know. To learn anything about Blitzø. “I'm Stolas.”
She looked almost amused. “I know who the fuck you are, your highness.”
Stolas shook his head. “Just Stolas, please.” He extended his hand. With all the hesitance in the world, the woman accepted the handshake, pulling away quickly after the briefest of contact.
“I'm Barbie,” she offered.
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A few months after Blitzø's apology tour, Blitzø has gone radio silent. Stolas is struggling to let Blitzø go, and a chance encounter with Blitzø's estranged sister only complicates his feelings further.