She was dressed in a peach dress, her waist petite and alluring. But what caught his attention was the creamy skin of her breasts exposed to his view.
He had never seen her look so…
Her Auburn hair was pinned up, exposing her soft chin and nape to the view of everyone around.
Garelle slowly pulled away, the only contact between them being her gloved hand tucked in the crook of his arm as they watched the duo leave.
"He's a dead man." She said, her voice light with humour and a tinge of dread.
Yeren kept his face expressionless, but he knew Claire had seen the crack before he had masked it.
She always did. For some reason, she had that power over him.
And a part of him hated it.
He was walking before he realized it.
Garelle followed him quietly, her hand still looped in his trustingly.
From what he could see, Claire held herself very stiffly, as if she were trying to stop herself from breathing too obviously.
