Oct 15, 2015
8 & 16
What if Dorijan bit any part of his body? What if he was his master?
Lukas flinched at the hot wet stinging sensation protruding from his shoulder. He squirmed in his seat with a sense of disgust, it tickled. “I’m trying to work here.” His eyes never tore themselves away from the mess of papers scattered all over the table. How had he let things come down to this? What a big mess this was. Some people would have to pay for this. It was a good thing that he was gladly willing to do the dirty work. The crowned prince clenched his jaw. “I’m trying to work here. I don’t have time for your games.”