MISTRESS SINAI
Mistress Sinai rose from the bed, completely naked, and began untangling her hair. She sat in a chair, gazing at her reflection in the metal mirror.
"You are so sweet, Sinai. I wish we could do this more often," the male figure reclining upon her bed uttered, his eyes tracing her every movement.
"You are over a thousand years old, Daryl. You should not have such a large appetite anymore," Sinai said in a bored tone.
The Lord of Trade, chuckled. "I'm still as young as ever. How is it going with acquiring the land beyond Crystal Waters?"
"He still refuses to release it." Sinai’s veins pulsated with anger. The thought always upset her.
Grand Lord Vladya did not want to give up that land to her. Her Daemon might be the love of her life, but even she had accepted the fact
