There was mixed emotion when she retracted from his hands and grumbled. If Zephyr could feel pity, he might have offered it to her, but instead, he simply smirked with pride. "As you wish," already the words sounded automatic. She didn't need to tell him she didn't approve, he got that from her...
Zephyr gave a small wrinkle and a scoff. "Underfoot?" His brow arched. "Well, that's a little rude." Still, the corner of his lips quirked into a smirk. He was a demon... not a slave. Contract or not, one day he would find a way to remain in this realm without needing a human to bind him. For...
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Feel free to call me Constant. I am a twenty-four year old university student with a passion for writing (duh). My search thread is focused on Cassandra Clare's The Mortal Instruments as well as the rest of her lovely series. I am currently reading TDA and I watch the Netflix...