~Bethany~
The others are also staring. Olyon didn’t get food as usual, since apparently, as a Vel Morin, an incubus of the highest order, he doesn’t eat mortal food like us.
But he looks positively delighted with this new development. Asad arches a brow at me.
“We had an agreement, twenty-four hours with all of you, and you'll get to experience the real me. Wasn’t that the agreement?”
“Damn, Snugbug-” the dragon shifter starts, but I cut him off.
“Don’t get used to it.”
Mosley sits down on my side of the table, several seats down, presumably so we won’t have to look at each other.
He clearly doesn’t want to be here…but then why the f**k did he disrupt my journey and even offer his mansion for my make-believe k********g? Also, he showed up? Did they bribe him? I’m genuinely confused
