The steady pain at my temples jolted me out of slumber.
As I blinked my eyes open, flashbacks of the past night stormed in—the wetness, how hard I made him feel that, for once, he actually wanted me. But now, lying here in the chilly dawn of the day, I was beginning to question whether it had meant anything to him at all.
I tried to clear my head of the fog by rubbing my forehead as I sat up. Across the room, buttoning his shirt, Xaphen had his back to me. His stance was cold, and there was no hint of anything having changed after last night.
I asked quietly, breaking the silence, “Xaphen... my head hurts. Would you―”
He barely glanced over his shoulder. “I’m not a doctor or your maid,” he said dismissively.
My stomach tightened, “Really? That’s it?”
Xaphen turned slowly, an eyebro
