"Hey there," Azel said, forcing his voice to come out smooth despite the tension in the air.
Medusa tilted her head ever so slightly, her dark blue eyes meeting his.
For a brief moment, her expression was unreadable — predator or prey, conqueror or servant but then her lips curled into the faintest, most alluring smile.
She had to admit, her master's face was... beautiful.
Too beautiful.
His hair, a flur of silver that was tied into a ponytail, fell in a way that looked deliberate yet effortlessly natural.
And that voice, even with its rough undertones carried a warmth that seeped into her bones.
"Yes, Master~" Her tone flowed like honey over silk. "Please... take care of me."
"Thank you," Azel replied, trying to sound casual as if he wasn't standing in front of one of the most feared beings in recorded history. "Just make yourself at home."
As she walked past him, Medusa let her lashes fall and subtly drew in a breath.
