There was no fire.
It was a false alarm.
A prank.
The beast could smell a familiar scent coming from the entrance of the dorm and, upon leading his Lily out of the premesis, he had a sneaking suspicion that he knew who'd sabotaged his opportunity to devour his angel.
"Luce," she murmured, tugging at his shirt.
Glaring off toward the darkness, he didn't sense Ira nearby.
So why was her scent in the lobby so fresh?
"Luce."
Glancing down into fearful blue eyes, the beast tried not to openly grimace at the sight of his angel, now fully clothed, and trembling with fear. The only thing worth fearing was holding her close, and had no intentions of letting go any time soon. "My place is less hectic." It was a daunting suggestion, one he was almost certain she would deny. So when she he
