Ravensblood Forest What you've done

asmodeus had wished to hunt, but it was not for that he was chosen by aphrodite. she glimmered starstruck before him, her scent choking the last of his common sense, save for the single brain cell that suggested here was not a good place.

he licked his jaws, tossed a wry look to the departing earp, an answering one to aphrodite. things had reached a rapid conflict and he was unsure that he trusted the male not to return. but the woman turned his head.