Ivara's POV
Cleaning felt ten times harder. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even think. All that occupied my mind was my encounter with Xlynor.
Everything seemed weird and absurd to me. Why was I so free with him, to even stay relaxed and let him touch me?
The worst part wasn’t that he touched me… it was that I didn’t want him to stop.
I felt a cold sensation wash over me just by thinking about it.
I rubbed my palm over my face, inhaling deeply. “That bastard probably did something to me with his powers. So much for being so powerful with magic,” I scoffed, rubbing my neck.
Surprisingly, after he did whatever he did to my neck, the tattoo stopped hurting. He probably healed me or something. But why? I didn't even tell him it was hurting.
“His fingers were so cold, almost like ice. He wa
