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“I still have one question,' she said.

If the story curse had been capable of breathing, it might have held its breath just then.

It watched as the not-quite-human-boy raised an offended brow. 'You only have one?'

'No- I actually have far more.' She worried her lips between her white teeth.

Something shifted in the not-quite-human's eyes; he looked as if he wanted to take her lip between his teeth as well. 'You can ask me whatever you want, Little Fox.'

'Splendid!' Her mouth turned up into a sweet smile. 'Tell me about the apples.'

'Next question.'

'You said I could ask whatever I wanted.'

The not-quite-human-boy's eyes turned teasing, sparking with little flecks of silver. 'I didn't say that I would answer.

The girl's mouth fell into a pout.

The not-quite-human reached out with one finger and traced her lower lip. 'It doesn't matter,' he said softly. 'I don't need them anymore.”