"Your hand is as tiny as Sony's."
A chill waved down Giselle's spine as she felt a huge hand holding hers. She instinctively pulled her hand away, but Morro tightened his grip.
"You — let me go!" Giselle clenched her teeth. "I said —"
"It seemed Morro likes you, Giselle." Giselle's breath hitched as Abel's nonchalant voice resonated in her ear, along with the sound of his light footsteps as Abel walked down from the throne. "Morro loves intensely and never lets go. I would say he's the romantic type."
Abel stopped beside Aries, facing his wife squarely. "I told her not to overdo it. How was she, Maleficent?"
"She'll be fine." Aries shrugged, not accepting the slight affection in his eyes. "Save your affection for your wife. I will stick to the end of my bargain, so I expect that you'd honor our deal, Abel Grimsbanne."
