My Midnight Moonlight Valentine (My Midnight Moonlight Valentine 1)

“You wish,” I shot back, rolling my eyes, and he chuckled a bit before sketching again and allowing me to watch. But I couldn’t just watch. I wanted to make an effort…like him. “What’s your favorite color?”

He paused again. “My favorite color?”

I nodded.

His eyebrows bunched together. “I don’t know. In paintings, I enjoy the more vibrant colors: reds, blues, yellows, and greens.”

“So almost all of them.”

“It is an odd question that I have never been asked. Why, do you have a favorite color?”

I thought about it. “Green.”

“Green?”

“But not just any green. Emerald green. Deep green. The color of a thousand trees all standing together over the horizon. Sort of like this.” I moved to the rail of his balcony to look out at the sea of trees around the palace. It went on even as far as my vampire eyes could see. It was breathtaking. “When I was young, I use to walk through the forest all the time. I’d pick up every bug, bird, plant, and berry I could find and carry it back with me.”

“How very Wiccan of you.” He chuckled, and my head snapped back at him. “I mean that in no negative manor. It is just what I’d expect from a little witch.”

“I don’t remember there being witchcraft. I was just having fun.” I thought of a new question to shift the conversation before we went down that rabbit hole. “What’s your favorite music?”

“Of the commonly known classics, it would have to be Debussy, ‘Arabesque No. 1.’” He put his pencil down and focused on me. “And you?”

“The classics are okay, but my favorite piece of music would have to be…” I smiled because I knew he wouldn’t know it at all. “‘My Sanctuary’ from the Kingdom Hearts Soundtrack.” And just like I thought, he stared at me blankly. “It’s new music.” I laughed at the face he made.

“I shall ask Arsiein to play it. He is the best of us all when it comes to music.” He nodded to himself as if he had already decided.

“It’s more than just the melody; it’s the song.”

“He can sing as well.”

“Really?”

He nodded and then grinned. “He is very good at it but only does so when forced.”

“So, when you said you’d asked him, you meant you would force him?”

“What are older brothers for if not to annoy little brothers? If I must put up with Ulrik and Hinrik, Arsiein must put up with me.”

I wanted to laugh, but I couldn’t shake this weird feeling. I stared into his eyes for a little too long apparently because I saw the concern in them.

“What is it?”

“Nothing…” I shook my head. “It just feels like déjà vu.”

“Really? At which point?”

I shrugged. “Never mind, let’s get back to the game.”

“The game? Is that what these questions are for?”

“Yes, it called twenty questions. Truthfully, it is more like a ritual. Whenever couples get together, in the beginning, there are always these standard questions. What’s your favorite color? What’s your favorite song? Favorite food?”

“That one is unnecessary.” He grinned.

“Obviously now. But for mortals, it’s an important question.”

“What is the point of this game?”