Dawn had barely broken when Valeera slipped out of bed beside Rowan.
The bed was a mess, and she moved carefully, afraid of disturbing his sweet dreams.
Although it still hurt a little when she first set foot on the floor, Valeera soon adjusted to the change.
Valeera had a plan. She wanted to clean the room and pretend nothing had happened. After all, Rowan had been poisoned with succubus blood last night. His mind had been clouded, so his memories surely couldn't be very clear.
When Rowan woke up, she would tell him nothing had happened last night and that he had imagined it all.
After gathering up the clothes and everything else, Valeera's gaze fell on the rose-red bloodstain blooming on the sheet.
She cast a reproachful glance at the sleeping Rowan and gently pressed her slender waist, recalling everything that had happened last night...
Valeera took a spare sheet from the cupboard, then carefully slipped an arm behind Rowan's neck, trying to lift him.
Before she could finish, she found Rowan looking at her, wide awake.
"Stop cleaning up. I'll take responsibility." Rowan smiled as he looked into Valeera's dewy eyes.
A flicker of joy crossed Valeera's fair, composed face, but she quickly concealed it.
"Don't feel guilty about any of this. I did it willingly, and I don't mind." Valeera slowly straightened and sat upright beside him.
Why does that sound so awkward? Does she really think I'm the kind of bastard who walks away after getting laid? Valeera was an innocent virgin, and she gave up her chastity to save me. Feelings that deep couldn't be dismissed with a simple 'I don't mind.' Besides, Valeera was just so big...
Rowan took the jacket Valeera handed him and put it on. "You're the one who shouldn't