LUXURIA.
It's been two days now after his cruel torture and I hadn't set eyes on him since then. It was almost deliberate. We never crossed paths.
Although he was out of the pack for a regional meeting yesterday, but that didn't make me feel any better.
A sick part of me craved to see him. I know I should hate him for the humiliation he made me face, but I couldn't get the picture of him off my head.
I craved intimacy with him, and he was intentionally starving me of it. It was killing me.
I picked up a small basket from my chamber, ready to head to the garden. I had finally found something I'd like to try out as a remedy for my illness.
The missing page from the book I was reading that day still bothered me. And I have been trying to do all I can to find it.
I hurried out of t
