CHAPTER 4 CHOICES

War and victory mingled with stardust was how she felt when Azarios traced her neck with his finger. Captivating brown eyes seemingly glaring at his could not stop her from shuddering when he bowed down,burying his face in her shoulder.

She smelled like intoxicating grapes and cool breeze. Even the splashes of water in the background and the constant threat looming over him could not stop him from from taking another long whiff of her aroma as her hands tightened into fists.

"Lilith" he breathed testing her name once again on his lips making her fists loose as if a hazy blanket of peace covering her heart.

How many concubines he had?

How many women he slept with?

How many women threw themselves at his feet and how came he thought to add her to his own personal collection of beauties?

How many women had he done this with? And her glare if it could would have burned the entire ocean to the dust and desert.