Ladies and Gentlemen,
Un modo piacevole per iniziare la settimana.
Neha's lips kicked up a notch where she walked beside a large outdoor mural of a lissome maiden carrying a water pot on her hand. "So, the pordigal returns," she sai, the grief and anger in her voice leavened by warmth.
"Is he on his way to the Refuge?"
"He says he would not dare pass by wothout paying his respects."
Neha's laugh echoed off the marble around them. "Though he did dare run off to Raphael as soon as his Contract was complete."
"I think you would've disappointed had he non shown spine enough to forge his own path."
Archangel's Storm by N.SINGH
