His Rejected Warrior Luna
She waved her hand in just a way to explain his flaccid penis movement.
I covered my mouth and snorted in laughter causing Sergio to grunt in annoyance.
Glancing over him I stood up and regained my composure.
“If you would dress appropriately, it would be appreciated,” I stated firmly, trying hard not to choke on the laughter that was wishing to spill forth.
He tilted his head as he studied my face and the necklace I was wearing.
“Gwen, Gwen Blackstone?” He questioned me and I shook my head.
“No, Sir, I am Gwen’s daughter, Athena Blackstone. My mom was killed by a group of rogues several years ago,” I asserted. He nodded and then promptly turned to Remy.