CHAPTER EIGHTY
"What are you doing, little fae!"
Drakar's dark eyes latch onto Daela's panicked ones as fierce as they can be, and embarrassment spreads through Daela with such fury that her cheeks redden.
Caught in the act, Daela is too stunned to speak. Her eyes unwillingly fall downward again, and her lips drop open in an alarmed shriek when the massive organ which is pointing towards the roof continues to jerk rhythmically, the scaled tip oozing out pearly fluids.
"I'm . . . I'm sorry!" Daela's lips wobble as she clenches them to fight back tears. "I didn't mean to make it a-abnormal"
"Abnormal?" Drakar's lip twitches in a scoff, the intense look is replaced by something different. . . A strangely dark emotion that Daela cannot read and yet she squirms uncomfortably beneath the scorching heat of it.
