Serayah Morgan.
Sophie was the one who asked Roar the question. Moons, if she knew better, she would’ve held her tongue. The second his torrent eyes cuts to me, the wards have the common sense to scatter and leave the space. Even the twins, with tears in their eyes, quickly disappear.
“Go ahead, ask me.” Roar says.
Just standing in front of him feels like a punishment. How can he even look at me after what we did? What we allowed to happen. It’s all I could think about last night, lying awake, pulse racing with both guilt and shame. As soon as I’d caught my breath in the attic, I ran. Ran until I reached the room. Gasping, shaking, unable to believe that what happened between me and him was majorly started by me. To my best friend’s husband. What was that feeling, that pure ecstasy that
