A Long, Slow, Aphrodisiac

I smiled, knowing that only a few drops of the liquid would be enough to accomplish my goals.

“You will be initiated soon, won’t you? Isn’t it your eighteenth birthday? Don’t most of your order go on their first hunts before then?” I asked the questions nonchalantly, but I knew the effect they would have. I wasn’t correct of course, and I knew it. Red Riding Hoods were inducted on their first hunts on their seventeenth birthdays, or one of the months very close to it. The only reason one wouldn’t have yet gone on a hunt, is because they weren’t deemed worthy, or ready for whatever reason.

Lilly’s face fell and I swear the trembling of her lower lip, before she caught it and stiffened, was adorable. She **** a smile, “That’s actually a common misconception,” her voice quavered for a moment, “we actually go through our inductions closer to our nineteenth birthdays,” she lied. Good.

“Well,” I smiled, “I’m sure you’ll do well, drop by anytime if you need something.”