**Light Of Libel—Gareth Coker**
Ember sucked in a deep breath, deciding not to grace a response to his outrageous declaration of interest in her blood.
Because there was no way on earth Khaos BlueBlood would have an interest in her blood.
"Are you not curious about the contents of the letter?" Ember asked instead, trying to steer their conversation to a far more safer territory.
Khaos sat up. "I see you're trying to change the topic. But to be honest I am more interested in why you've gone to such great lengths to manipulate my appearance and why you're dressed like a widow."
The spirits—Khaos must also be a poet in addition to being an annoyingly skilled painter.
Ember smiled. "How very perceptive of you."
"Honestly it doesn't take much of a brain to smell that you're up to something. But best believe that apart from my general hate for the world itself, I hate people who waste my time the most." He said harshly.
