Aella endeavoured to keep the smile on her face, as he pulled her closer with his hand resting possessively over her stomach. She could smell the whiskey on his breath and wondered how so many human women had been captivated by him over the years. ‘God I hope that the Extollian fighter gets here soon’
‘Me too,’ Massimo’s deep rumble came over loud and clear. Her lover stood to attention close by the bar, and she immediately felt calmer at having him close. His imposing frame that repelled others, had always made her feel safe and loved. ‘I hate these kind of cases, and I just…’ his thoughts were distracted by the flash of orange light coming from a spot close by the toilets in the back of the bar.
Copyright Emily Morris 2017