King Lycan was an older man who, if he weren't my uncle, would have been quite attractive to me.
He had the appearance of a Sugar Daddy.
Tanned skin, thick beard, salt-and-pepper short, dense white hair, bushy eyebrows, a smile between friendly and sly, a penetrating gaze, and the physique of an athlete who, at twenty, had earned a hundred gold medals, along with the admiration and virginity of twice as many girls.
"Ivania. I'm glad you came," he said with the same broad smile he had when he entered my apartment, shattering all my defenses.
"Did I have a choice?" I asked, placing a hand on my hip.
"We always have a choice, dear, and now that young Falinni has saved me a tremendous amount of work, you'll discover that the powerful are so because we have the greatest number of options
