A Sweet Temptation

A golden glow as bright as a street lantern came from the bakery's window. Its glass was fogged from the heat of the ovens that were baking the last batches for the night. I stopped and stared at the bountiful display. I felt my empty pockets, then my eyes pleaded with Lord Polaris.

The lord sharply glared at me and kept his pace. North ran from his side to me. He eyed a chocolate bear claw; his mouth was watering, and he started bouncing excitedly on his paws.

“You don’t want to set a bad example for North. Do you? He's getting fat,” the lord said plainly, not hesitating for a moment to pass us.

North grabbed the lord's hand. “Narcis and I can split it in half!”

“You're not gonna leave it alone, are you? Go ahead, but I'll be very disappointed in you. You lack any self-control.”

“Aw…” North slumped over and followed behind. “Maybe later?” he posed quietly.

My eyes darted back to the window. One treat couldn’t hurt. The baker didn't hear the doorbell chime twice, and I was quickly back to the Lord's side before he cared to notice I was gone.