Drake looked at Mathias. His palm ached slightly.
“She said she likes you like a brother.”
The aching faded.
“As for mischief. Well we’ll see if I can’t win that Lamia over with my demonic charms~“
Seeing Mathias’s stern look Drake quickly elaborated.
“I meant my personality! Not spells!”
He said quickly.
“She said she likes you like a brother.”
The aching faded.
“As for mischief. Well we’ll see if I can’t win that Lamia over with my demonic charms~“
Seeing Mathias’s stern look Drake quickly elaborated.
“I meant my personality! Not spells!”
He said quickly.