Charlie's jaw tensed in spite of herself, and her shoulders went rigid. She had come to meditate, not talk, and truthfully speaking with her father was the last thing she'd wanted. But who was she to refuse an order from her father.
"Of course," she replied tightly through almost clenched teeth.
The demoness strode past her father and into the meditation gardens, her footsteps light and quick., leaving faint impressions in the gravel. "Can we please make this brief, father? I have a lot on my mind."
"Of course," she replied tightly through almost clenched teeth.
The demoness strode past her father and into the meditation gardens, her footsteps light and quick., leaving faint impressions in the gravel. "Can we please make this brief, father? I have a lot on my mind."
