Chapter 96
- ♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱
- "You look terrible" Abbadon told me as he crossed his arms over his chest.
- Her posture was impeccable - as always and anyone who saw her like that in front of me, with her face raised and a piercing look, would never imagine that she was anything less than the nanny of the sleeping child in my lap.