Watching Loki’s frantic and exasperated expression, a dark glimmer flashed through Michelle’s ink-black eyes.
As night fell, a sturdy male figure stood beneath a tree, his pale yellow bangs swaying gently in the breeze. His brown eyes were filled with deep affection, and only after the orange glow in the stone hut faded and all was quiet did he slowly crouch down to tidy the pile of hay on the ground.
"Who's there?" Taylor stood up alertly, his deep eyes locked onto the corner of a fur skirt peeking out from behind the tree.
Chapter 21