The Bane And The Alpha Beast
I muttered.
“True,” he said, smirking. “But let’s not pretend your body embarrasses me. You’re radiant, little moon. No part of you is shameful.”
There was a knock.
Ash turned toward the door and called, “Come.”
A girl entered, no older than me. Slender, dark-haired, with eyes the color of winter smoke. She wore a flowing dress of deep gray, and her movements were graceful—trained.
“Elira,” Ash said, “this is Maela. She’s yours now.”