Chapter 42 Not My Problem

• Kael
• Belladonna shimmies out of her cloak, revealing a lithe, curveless figure. I watch magic glimmer over her skin as the cloak falls to the ground in a puddle at her feet, her narrow body covered in nothing but a slip that’s seen better days.
• I laugh at her, shaking my head as she reaches for my cuffs. “Babies? You think I’ll willingly fuck you, witch? Is that what you’re planning to use us for? Breeding? Are you that weak as a people? Will no other men fuck you?”