*Seraphine*
I wonder what I did to upset him? As though suddenly angry with me… or himself… Langdon abruptly snatched my empty plate, grabbed his from the table, shoved himself to his feet, and stormed from the room as if the hounds of hell were nipping at his heels. Or someone was after his head. Did my tale of the praying mantis offend him? He hadn’t seemed bothered by it; he’d looked at me as though entranced by every word.
At the symposium, I was fascinated by the strange mating habit of the creature. I know a few mistresses who would no doubt not mind having the ability to bite off the heads of their lovers. The she-wolves often complain that their chaps are either selfish or unskilled when it comes to pleasuring them. I have the sense that Langdon would never have a mistress who wa
