"The couch is all yours. You can stay here as long as you follow the rules," She droned on. I stopped paying attention at rule thirteen.
"Excuse me, Ms. Ella, but I think I understand." Oooh. Way too harsh. I wouldn't be surprised if I was back on the streets within moments. She smiled, and abruptly changed the tone.
"Don't think I don't know. Don't think that I can't tell." She leaned in. It was making me uncomfortable.
"What do you mean?" I tugged at my color.
She tilted her head. "Alright. You can tell me when your ready." She stepped back, and started adjusting the books on the shelf next to me. She was tall, almost 6 feet, and thin. She had long legs, and walked in a very elegant manner. Her raven black hair was tied up in a bun, and the dress she wore was tight around waist. Her bright blue eyes offset the rest of her face, making her appear almost childlike. When she smiled, it sent chills down my back. Yet, I felt the need to trust her. A thin man stepped down the stairs, black hair hanging in his face, and covering his grey eyes. He was taller than Ella, and much taller than me. He wrapped a lanky arm around my waist and pulled me close. Thud!
Ella hit him over the head with a book.
"You dirty pervert!!! DL, you don't even know our guest!" He smirked. So this was to be my home.
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Moonlight Above Me
FantasyErin. No one knows what she's after, and no one knows who she is. Or, better stated, WHAT she is. But, regardless, Erin is here for a reason. And whatever it is she's after, you better hope it doesn't have anything to do with you. Because if you get...
