❀ || ➺ “I’m counting on you, boy.” The old crow demon, charmed in with lips pulling into a most intimidating smile. It is rare for Drago to even allow someone outside his own men to guard and watch over his one and only child. The little flower is his most prized possession (next to the love of his life of course). His warm, golden eyes see almost everything but not all. Perhaps to him, this is a test for the other that his mate was so kind to invite to their winery for a feast. Seeing what time of the year it is for his little pumpkin, he had to have someone guarding her as he had little time to do so himself. Can the other resist? Of course he can.
A hand was placed upon the Commander’s arm and a soft voice chirped, “Papa, relax. You’re going to stress our guest out.” Rose is the voice of reasoning as her mother hardly bothered to put her mate in place. She rarely saw the meaning to. But as for this so called ‘supernatural activity’ coming about recently, the cause is right in front of Ashe’s face. But the Sinetta family can hide themselves well. After all, they wear mortal skin. They are the wolves in sheep’s clothing.
“Perhaps after dinner, you will allow us to go into town?” Drago’s daughter asked, giving her father a smile before looking shyly over toward their guest. But of course, Drago stubbornly gives her the permission.
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