章 93: Fyreplace [18+]

[🎶 Mistletoe – PENTATONIX.]

[#christmasfetish #girlinsocks #winter #indoorlust]

In a week, Rafel was able to stand and walk a short distance without the use of his skull cane. It was a sight the women delighted in, for Rafel was even more handsome when he stood tall. His healing was coming along nicely, and he hadn't touched the Book of Souls.

It was safely tucked in the inner sanctum that had once held the stack of exquisite communion wines, the time itself wrapped in Wyrd leaves to preserve the magick.

In the seven days the stay at the Abbey, Sekhmet and Aya Naamah had made only one trip back to the Cabin to arm themselves with proper clothing suitable for the weather. The winter blowing in from the Cold Sea had finally entered the beaches of Corynthia. To combat the winds, they had both ridden on Myreen of Thrasos on the way back.

The red dragon was more than happy to aid the APOLLYON'S concubines—for it was so she saw the ladies.