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Chapter 11
So, want some tea?
***EPOV
Isabella was already in her small kitchen when I walked in. I could hear her moving about in there.
The apartment was small but with its open layout managed to look spacious. The kitchen was only divided from the living room by one wall with an opening on it.
"I know you guys can eat although you don't really have to. So, want some tea?" she asked, appearing in the open entryway to the kitchen.
Everything from her tone to her stance screamed 'defense mechanism'.
Everything except her hair that is. She'd clipped it up.
Her neck was...
Fascinating. Inspiring.
I hadn't sculpted in thousands of years, but something about that curve was making my fingers itch to...
Sculpt.
Of course.
Clearly.
"Hello? 'Arch Angel of Death', tea?" she asked, her tone disrespectful once more.
I'd never jumped into a situation where the human was so accustomed to what I was just like that. No explanations, no awkward (or sometimes hysterical) reactions later.
"What kind do you have?" I heard myself ask out of no where. Eh, what the hell? It'd been a long, long time since I'd drank tea. I remembered I'd once enjoyed it.
"My own turkish blend. Come take a seat at the breakfast bar. You're about to have your socks knocked off."