THIRTY-NINE
LIV
Warin was, predictably, gone when I woke up, but his scent lingered in my bedding.
I rolled over with a happy sigh as my stiff limbs and sore abdomen reminded me of the night we’d spent together. With a satisfied hum, I buried my nose in the pillow he’d used, inhaling the wild, crisp, earthy aroma he’d left behind.
So this was what it felt like to have a vampire boyfriend.
I chuckled into the pillow as I remembered the blasted romance novel that’d caused our paths to cross. I’d have to gift Warin a copy—I was pretty sure he’d get a kick out of it. Especially since his part was played by an emo vampire king who spent his nights stalking the girl he’d become obsessed with.
I smiled softly at the reminder of how Warin had called me his multiple times, both during and aft
