"You didn't kill them, did you?"
Rifna was a bit annoyed by the question. She had just been kissing his chest while stroking his chiseled abs. Slowly raising herself and straightening her back, she stared down at him with a raised eyebrow.
They were on a luxurious bed covered by a red velvet blanket embroidered with emerald and golden threads, a courtesy of the Gallery of Ancient History that held an exhibit showcasing the room that belonged to a certain queen in medieval ages.
Rifna sat astride him, the only thing veiling her figure was a delicate set of white lingerie.
"Why do you say that?" She asked, left eyebrow raised.
Elijah remained silent for a moment.
His gaze lingered on her thin figure, and on the tail that waved behind her.
"You're too cute to kill them like that."
Rifna's lips curled upwards. She slowly let her body descend onto his, her left hand on her right hand, her right hand on his chest, and her chin on her left hand.
"Go on."
