Chapitre 111: Bedroom Talk

Aisling finished the fruit while contemplating her plan of attack with glee in her heart. She did not believe that this stubborn demi-angel could resist her if she put her mind to it. She would make him follow through with his threats to lose control. 

"I don't want to stay in this room. Can I stay in yours?" She asked as she walked to the bathroom to wash her hands. 

"Aisling…" Abaddon said with an edge in his voice. There was a hint of danger in it. 

"What are you thinking?" Aisling responded from the bathroom. "I just do not want to keep sleeping in this place after an attack. Look at these drops of blood. I can practically smell the fog." 

"The fog?" Abaddon narrowed his eyes.

"We were supposed to have a discussion under the covers. I can tell you about it once we are in bed." She said as she returned.