NovelGoldChapter 383
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CAN | KILL HER NOW? SIGRID Obviously, and | dont blherif you're swallowed in darkness where no light
reaches, and all you can see is a golden eye staring at you like a snake waiting to devour you.
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she steps back in terror.
Better stand in the other corner, | order with a sigh, avoiding a tragedy.
Silas suddenly steps out from the corner where he had stationed himself.
He goes to the table and starts finely carving the meat the way | like it, serving the things | prefer onto my plate,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇttrimming off the fatty bits of ham | dont like, and pouring a bit of wine into my glass All done with skill and
speed! sit there, stunned, realizing hes memorized all my preferences.
Must be part of his training to be the perfect slave.
My lady, PII turn up the heat.
You should take off that heavy cloak itll be uncomfortable to eat in.
Shall I bring you a lighter one? he asks, playing it casual.
But his hands are already moving to lower the fluffy cloak, to reveal the top of my body.
The burgundy dress Im wearing has ruched sleeves that fall ---- loosely off my shoulders.
The straight neckline, like a corset, leaves my chest and neck fully exposed.
No, Pll put up a protective barrier.
The terrace will be warm, | say, watching him for a second.
Look at him, so pleased.
| can almost see a tail wagging behind his ass like a happy dogright after bitingto pieces.
He nods and steps back, leaving the cloak on the other chair.
He heads back to his corner, but of course, that dark aura of his is intimidating the poor girl.
Just one glance at her, and | see her eyes widen like saucers, scanning my neck and cleavage.
TI heal it tomorrowitll vanish in no timebut for today, Ill let him enjoy this little fantasy.
Late calmly, really just staring off into the distance, at the lights in all the houses, the chimney smoke rising into
the beautiful night shy.
Everyone in this fiefdom worked for and depended on this family, even neighborhoods of elementals who were
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmmostly farmers, plowing the De la Croix fields.
Playing with fire, still trusting in the so-called justice of this world, in the laws imposed by the royal family, even
though everyone secretly knew they werent upheld.
silas, pour wine into two glasses, | wiped my mouth with the white napkin and got up from the table, walking
toward her.
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