CHAPTER 18 - WHEN ONE VALUES THEIR SKIN
A knock on his door stirred Victor awake and he groaned. The movement had awoken the multitude of aches, his body had contended with since he took to his bed. He felt as if someone had poured liquid lava everywhere on his skin.
“ Yes,” he bellowed, mostly to cover the groans which crowded in his throat.
The door opened and Liliana entered the room. Her appearance reminded him of the first morning, she had spent in his house, but with a notable difference. This time, she hadn’t remained behind the door.
Liliana sauntered to the bed. She leaned over him, and her cool hand rested on his forehead for a few seconds. She nodded satisfied, and then, she reached for his wrist. She checked his pulse and nodded again.
“ You’re not worse for the wear,” s
