Chapter 12: Jealous Fang
"Hmm? Why is that mist still here?" she mumbled a tad bit disappointed, as it was blocking her view.
Nonetheless, she didn't mind it for more than a minute.
Clueless Aella didn't dwell on it, thinking there wasn't any part that differed from what she had in her body—ultimately missing the chance upon a fantastic view.
Ahem!
With that, her gaze went up once more and scanned his godly features. His raven-black hair cascaded down his back like a sleek waterfall, framing a visage of sharp angles and an inherent sense of danger mixed with an undeniable charm.
His eyes—oh, those eyes—were a vibrant ruby red, sparkling with a blend of mischief and keen intelligence that held her captive.
Right at that moment, Aella's mind may have just stopped processing. It was like her brain had thrown in the towel, packed its bags, and decided to take a vacation.
"H-How did…"
