KARENSA
If guilt were a person, I would be the perfect impersonator. I felt bad after the three days I slept with him. If only I knew, I wouldn't have offered to help. But then, it seemed like the best decision, one I didn't regret until the last day.
Thankfully, he was out of the haze on the third day, giving me the chance to slip off to the forest to get a replacement for the dried flowers.
He was out like usual, doing whatever it was he knew best. The pack houses had been completed, and the new couples already occupying them.
I hastened towards the kitchen when I saw him, preparing another mug of tea with the paste. I met him by the door and offered it to him, and he gulped it down like he had always done.
Somehow, sleeping with him made him trust me more than he did before. He
