CHAPTER 24
Timothy smiled and inhaled with a satisfied expression on his face as the smell of roasted meat permeated the surrounding air. l*****g his lips with saliva almost dripping, as he looked at the meat hanging from a stick over the fire, natural oil flowing out and a faint golden colour that signalled that the meat was almost ready, he wanted nothing more than to pounce on it. Suddenly a slap on the back of his head jolted him out of his daze while a thin line of saliva escaped his lips and fell to the ground. Behind him Mod stood, with a sicking smile on his face he regarded Timothy before turning his attention to the roasting meat.
“What the hell was that for?.” Timothy asked furiously, his elemental glove released a resplendent flash of light while letting out a low sounding
