“Diana.” A deep velvety voice calls out.
I look up from the book I was holding. Looking up at him completely confused, my head still slightly fuzzy from the book as I try to figure out where I was.
“Would you like a glass of milk?” Dulphus asks.
His blue colored eyes twinkling with poorly disguised amusement.
“Yeah. Just get me a glass of you are having one.” I say dismissively, curling back up and hunch closer to my book again.
He sighs deeply, mumbling something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like ‘the woes of being in love with a book warm’.
I gave him the stink eye quickly from atop the corner of my book and he chuckles silently to himself.
“Don’t you have some sort of paperwork or something to do. You’re always lounging around here?” I asked mockingly not even looki
