yet my blood renders me a King
Sah noted Zen’s choice of table as he brought over two mugs of hot chocolate. The wolves found spaces around the table to curl up as their bonded sat down. He pushed one mug towards the Demi-god as he took a sip of his own.
He watched through one eye to see the man’s reaction to his first sip. Sah was confident in his own hot chocolate recipe, but Ms. Risley’s was always better somehow. He’d tried to get the recipe from her, nearly begged even. But she held strong, and eventually the Wild Thunder had been forced to admit defeat.
He watched through one eye to see the man’s reaction to his first sip. Sah was confident in his own hot chocolate recipe, but Ms. Risley’s was always better somehow. He’d tried to get the recipe from her, nearly begged even. But she held strong, and eventually the Wild Thunder had been forced to admit defeat.
Sah
