Elize's mouth fell open. What was she trying to play at now?! She thought in shock. She watched as the old man's gaze locked on the sway of the witch's body. His eyes gleaming with something dark that Elize recognized well enough. The man had looked at her the same way earlier. Aileen was sitting in a couch opposite the old man's. Her expression mirrored Elize, as one of shock mixed with what she guessed was disgust.
Part Wolf
Fantasy · obsessedWithWolves
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