I. . .well, I didn't expect to see him here!
No, I mean. . .he fooled me by making me believe he was a noble from Basville.
Which was a complete lie, and I would have a misconception about his status until Reynard addressed Abel his majesty.
I take a long shaky breath, feeling something strange in me with his eyes seizing me from top to bottom.
Narrowing my eyes at him, I smile stiffly at him, "Hi...?"
And what's next? Ask him what the hell you are here, woman!
But I am spellbound. . .in an urgent need to get rescued by someone before he feasts on me.
He tilts his head as he nibbles his bottom lips, "Won't you let me in?"
My toes curl, and my grip tightens around my wine glass in a delicious dread.
With that heated gaze, I suddenly feel self-conscious, not having enough clot
