It's been two weeks since King Orpheus and I shared a kiss and two weeks since I last saw him. He has been busy; there seems to be some kind of problem, seeing as the guards were on edge.
After the night of the kiss, I had asked Godiva and Josiane about the marks on my shoulder, and they both screamed, asking how I got them. I giggle, recalling our conversation.
"How the f*****g hell did you get this?" Josiane yells while Godiva has her mouth opened wide, staring down at the side of my neck.
"No cussing, Josiane." I reprimanded.
"Well, I’m sorry, not sorry." She exclaimed. "There's no way I could finish that sentence without letting out a cuss word, Mica." She stated in a matter-of-fact tone. "You have a freaky hickey on your neck, a freaky hickey. Look at poor Godiva; she is too stunn
