“Thank you…” he replied as a mischievous smile overtook him, “say…I think I know of you.”
“And what do you know?” she asked, shrugging as she turned back to walk into her abode. He gently grabbed her by the arm, noticing her attire as he stepped into the threshold. Their eyes met, his full of curiosity and her own a little impatient.
“You’re the witch who lures the blissfully ignorant into engaging in hedonistic acts, aren’t you?”
“I am a weaver, nothing more…
The Weaver of Love: Hunter