Zhivka
“Moyata lunna svetlina (My moonlight)…” I then whispered what my soul called out.
All of me, my entire being and soul screamed with want and desire for her. I’d never experienced something as strong as this before.
“What did you say?” Tempest questioned.
“H-huh?” I stammered, seemingly getting out of some stupid stupor.
“You were mumbling something. I didn’t get that.”
“U-uh! I… I was asking if you like your dinner! Yeah… that’s it…”
She gave me a toothless and sweet smile. “Yes, thank you, Zhivka. You know, I’ve been so tired of eating quick-to-make food—”
“You mean magic food? Something you don’t cook?”
She chortled guiltily and blushed. “It all tastes magic. Although you used the ingre
