♱ Chapter • 17 ♱

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱

Somehow, Asmodeus and I managed to get to the palace in the third territory before Callisto. My eyes were still fixed on the blond man's wings that looked more like dragon wings.

"What is it?" he asked me with a raised eyebrow.

"Nothing" I spoke sketching a small smile "I'm just ...