His Blood Slave
Mohannism
Probably to lock me in here tonight.
I don't know where I get these silly dark thoughts. Maybe, it was because of all the dark romance books I've read so far.
I pulled my chest away from the table. At the same moment, Lord Minir leaned closer until his index finger finally reached my chin. The closer he was to me, the more I feel like I'm losing all of my blood. Oh, Lord.
"Hm," he sniffed. He paused as if he caught a familiar scent from me, pulled away and chuckled, "You smell pure. I like that. Though I am not fond of amateurs. But I like it. "
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