“How did you even figure out where we were?” Nick grumbled, swinging open the door to the cottage and glaring at Elder Daemon.
“I’ve had many a sneaky tryst in my day…with my dearest Clarissa back when I was a young prince,” huffed King Daemon. “Now…I’ve got a bone to pick with you, young boy," the old man said, pointing his finger accusingly at Nick
Janet could hear Nick’s lazy contemptous drawn out ‘what is it that’s got your knickers in a twist now?’ as she quickly grabbed a long t-shirt from one of the drawers. It smelled like Nick, and she couldn't help but briefly pause and inhale his comforting scent. It sent a thrill through her body to be draped in his scent. She finally reached out to get out a pair of flannel pajama pants that fit length wise but she had to tie the draw stri
