The Alpha King's Breeder
I lower my mug, padding my fingertips over my lower lip, wondering if I bit myself and I’m bleeding and that’s where the strange, coppery taste is coming from, but then a burst of energy rockets through the room, and a dizzying spell of violet hued magic appears with Blake at it’s center.
I scream, spilling my coffee all over my lap and sweater.
Blake steps out of the haze, ripping off his thick, navy blue cloak, and rushes to me. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m–are you okay?” He guides me out of the chair, holding me at arm’s length to inspect the dark stain on my sweater and the coffee seeping into my slacks.
What a great start.
He chews his lower lip, his eyes lifting to mine. “Come with me.”
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