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“I don’t understand.”
Mocking laughter trilled around her. She felt oddly weightless as she was twirled in a circuit, eyes catching on shimmering gauze and the flicker of candlelight. Somewhere, she could hear the hiss of a snake.
“I didn’t –” Her voice caught as the arm encircling her waist tightened, and she found herself pulled into another turn. “It was an apple.
“Was it?” He smiled lazily, and something in her twisted at the sight of it. She shuddered. “This is one of your mortal customs, is it not?” A soft laugh and whispered in her ear, “April Fools, Sarah.”