Nap Time

“It’s quite simple.” He began. “Choose a shard of glass and I will break it off for you.” He told her flashing his gilded fangs as a way of showing her how exactly he intended to do as he said. “Once you have chosen your shard you simply take a rock and beat the edge into shape like so.” He napped one or twice at his blade as an example, chipping away shards of stone and giving the shard of glass a sharp slightly serrated edge.

He worked at his blade while she chose her shard, pulling back to examine his work with hooded eyes before his keen peach pools slid over the girl’s feminine form again. Any children they had would be pale stripped beauties, kissed by brown earth and the black stains of the Klein lineage.

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