Chapter 45 The Kiss Question

Dione's fingers tightened around the strap of her bag.

"I see."

Ephemiel folded his arms and studied her properly for the first time since she'd arrived.

“Am I hallucinating, or do you look sad, Wasp?"

Her head snapped up. "I do not."

"Interesting. Your face appears to disagree."

"My face is perfect...

Login and Continue Reading