The All Kinds Pack
The ancient Demon stared at himself in the mirror after wiping the remnants of shaving soap from his throat and under his nostrils, he felt old, but the face staring back at him was that of a fit and healthy thirty year old man, a crisp jawline, prominent cheekbones and a dominant brow, that coupled with his exquisite physique made him damn near perfect, and in her eyes, the one that she loved, he was perfect, she would never say so, she knew he hated compliments and he loved her even more just for knowing, these two were not Soulmates, they were friends and lovers and he had finally decided to confess the full extent of his feelings towards her, after the events that followed Dominic’s mati