Nafasm

Her eyes stay latched on mine till begrudgingly she is shoved into another corridor. Her material beauty shone brighter than Sirius. I tear my eyes impassively.

The charm of a demon is such.

“Tsk. Her wooers come in all sizes, and now species.” Annoyingly he wriggled his brows.

Rashard jerk his gaze away from the opening she disappeared to, chuckling.

He raised his hand in the air. His Twin Daggers from across the room, swishingly flew closely by several heads, landing in his fist. Gasps and then a hush fell with his stunt.

Turning around he craned his neck, “What I saw was a pathetic slave, lavished with gems and gold but nothing that could cover the shackles in her feet.”

The Hall submerged in a mum disturbance left in his wake.

“God! Sordan had screwed him up good.” Durehan muttered with his mouth dripping his drink. The Coven’s Master hadn’t been the ideal father figure.

“Ha.” Hashtan tipped his head pouring more of the rich fruit sap “It must suck to be the runt of the family. Th