Chapter Thirty-eight
Faelen’s POV
I stepped into the kitchen, feeling a wave of relief wash over me as I noticed it was empty. The maids hadn’t reported for work yet, which gave me a moment of peace.
But I knew it wouldn’t last long. They’d start pouring in soon, with their whispers, their suspecting glances and piercing gazes.
I needed to keep busy to distract myself from the weight of everything that had happened with Hunter last night.
I wanted it to seem like I had woken up before everyone else to begin my task for the day, there was no time to truly prepare.
The tension from last night still remained in my body, a reminder of our steamy moment, the heat that had burned between us.
I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away.
Grabbing a rag and some cleaning supplies,
