He felt the fresh humid air, traveling on his feathers. He soared in the clouds but reminded Tania face in that Feral Street. He could not push back the heat in his heart and dove to the tower that she settled.
Edward saw how innocently she slept on his divan sofa bed. She was gasping and sweated, his eyes traveled on her nightclothes that glued to her breasts, he drew his eyes off and opened the lock with his sharp nail and appeared on the top of her head.
She was dreaming and he realized that wasn't a pleasant one. Gently, he drew the wet strand of her hair away from her face and smoothly kissed her forehead. This girl belonged to him and no one must dare to touch her.
He wouldn't let them take her away or touch her. His eyes swirled on his room. It prodded him to fly up and look there. He drew the golden key out of his neck and moved up.
