Sastra slept until the sun had risen near midday. She stretched out, finding herself in the blue robe from the night before. Her muscles ached as though she’d been thrown down a mountain. Muscles that she didn’t know had existed, screaming in protest. s*x with Kivan had been a revelation. Their curiosity sated, and now they could both move on.
She groaned, sitting up at the edge of the bed with the wide shoulders falling down to her elbows. Face in her hands, she shut her eyes tight ignoring the small shards of light that managed to sneak past the heavy curtains across the windows. Why was she so determined to lie to herself?
Sastra discarded the robe to the laundry, wincing as she realised that the under dress would be found in the Rodan’s room. So much for discretion. Servants in Mil
