Halfway down the volcano side, Asher Grey stopped dead in his tracks. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of Larissa Black in her newly-curvaceous human form, silhouetted beside Blue Crater Lake. The corners of her mouth bent upward in a relaxed smile as she hummed a ballad. Having known her all his life, her recent blossom into womanhood captured his eye.
|The Tragedy of Garass and Asher by Kasper Beaumont|