Dark Angel Part 4
Ashriel frowned. The plate of waffles and sausages looked so tempting and the taste Anniel had given him still lingered in his mouth, as well as the taste of her lips. So delicious. That was bad. He needed to be strong. He needed to do what was right. Unable to help the grimace that contorted his face he sighed, staring at the plate of prinut. But what about Anniel’s food. It would be sinful to throw away perfectly good food. He’d have to eat both plates…but that would be too much. He had...
Fantasy & Sci-Fi