Before going out of her carriage to greet Demi, Phobos had worn the softest pair of gloves in her possession to hide her inflamed hands and arranged her expression into her most reassuring smile. Apparently, the results were underwhelming because Demi’s brow wrinkled with concern when she laid her eyes upon her. Phobos saw her … Continue reading Chapter 19
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