Jonathan Erling?
Isn't Rose a relative of that vampire?
Summon? Audience? Is he a King?
Jerlina's eyes ended up at Mikhail and he bowed his head. Judging by how he found it hard to swallow, Jerlina inferred that he is stressed.
"Why would he want to meet me?" Jerlina asked, placing the spoon down.
She somehow managed to finish that bowl of porridge just by thinking of Joel.
He'd have hated it!
Alexander took a deep breath. His wrinkled face looked troubled and his eyes were red with nerves popping out.
Old people shouldn't get this stressed.
Jerlina felt bad for him.
"What has your grandpa told you about your grandma?" he asked, interlocking his fingers and resting his chin on them.
Jerlina knew he should have meant her dad's father.
