Flittermist

"You're such a git, Jacob." You giggle aloud, shutting your book. He frowns while Evie suppresses a smile. She always could count on you to tease her brother. "How so, my lovely (y/n)?" He mocks. A devilish smirk graces your lips as you leave your spot beneath the tree, following his footsteps with a sway of your hips. Where would you start? "I can choose a number of times you've gotten us in danger. Perhaps it's story time?" Evie laughs, hand on your shoulder to support herself. Jacob rolls his eyes and trudges off into the distance, vanishing inside your inn. "(y/n), you will be the death of me." His sister jokes, linking an arm throu