AIMEE' Chapter VIII ~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ The bitter cold whipped against Aimee's face.AIMEE' Chapter VIII ~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ The bitter cold whipped against Aimee's face. "My cloak, sir. Please!" "It is of no matter, Aimee'," Teltirray hissed, impatiently. He disliked waiting, especially when a stupid girl like Aimee' slowed him down. Although even he had to admit that she was less stupid than most. Her beauty, like flawless amber, attracted him to her, and he had known so many months ago that he had to possess her. He had arranged with the idiot at the orphanage to "tutor" her, so long as all record of her existence disappeared off their books. |