Goddesses of creation

Alari's pov

The clothes my grandfather had given made us blend in, well, me more than Damien but he was pretty close and looked very, very yummy.

With his muscled arms on display, I wanted to rip the entire shirt of and feast on him!

“You two look great” grandfather said as he turned away from the river to face us.

“Thank you” I smiled, watching a little sadness flicker in his eyes. I must be wearing my mother's clothes.

“How about a tour of the realm of creation” he said, making me wonder what he meant by realm of creation, I thought this was the Kingdom of the dark elves…?

I wanted to ask what he meant but a bubbling feeling of impending doom pushed the questions aside, I needed to warm him about Helena.

“Grandpa, we need to talk about something, it's important” I said, trying not to show how scared I actually was.

If anything happened to them because of me, I don't think I could live with myself.

“What is it?” He frowned, giving me a once over before his eyes settled on mine.

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