“SIREN WHAT THE F*CK IS YOU DOING?” Roman asked in a loud panic.

“Me?! I’m just confused as you are,” the stunned holy being responded through her hand covering her nose and mouth. She couldn’t bear the horrendous smell the burning table plant was emitting from the pot it was dying within.

“Man stop playing with me. You’re using that freaky a*s angel magic again,” Roman accused her through the collar of his shirt that he kept pressed against his ...