¬ Fashire
The image of her pressed against that serpent had refused to leave my mind.
It had roughly been a few hours since I'd walked away. Hours of small arrangements with the noble heads and representatives, due to that silly task the little prince had brought up.
Hours of maintaining composure while my thoughts kept circling back to that fool play escort with her.
And I had let him do that? Pathetic.
I pressed my fingers to my temples as I made my way to the main castle.
This was getting out of hand.
Along the way, I noticed a small problem.
I had taken blood this morning. Varis extract too. The hunger should have been sated for the whole day.
So why did my throat feel a bit dry?
I paused to recollect my thoughts, ensuring I wasn't wrong about what I had just felt.
Only for that scent to hit.
Not her scent. That other one.
I could recognise that sweet, cloying wrongness anywhere. And it was very close to Hiln's.
I dashed into the main entrance, and there they were.
