Valerian Cross 7    

"So, does this mean you're agreeing to my proposal?"

Valerian regarded her with an unreadable expression. "I don't get you," he admitted, entirely genuine. "You've lived for over a century, and you're supposed to be a witch—feared, powerful. And yet, you want to live alongside humans?"

Evelyn leaned back against the cold stone wall, her lips curling into a smirk. "What's wrong with that? Being a witch is cool and all, but humans are interesting. They're weak, but they develop things that make them strong. They adapt quickly. It's fascinating."

Valerian raised a skeptical brow. "That's all?"

"Alright, you got me." She gave an exaggerated sigh. "If humans were gone, who would I prank? Who would I hex just for fun? A world without unsuspecting victims is just so . . . boring."

Valerian sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "For someone with such a serious face, your answers are anything but."