Fiore woke to an empty space beside her. Lance wasn’t there. She exhaled deeply, relief flooding her chest. Thank the Goddess. She couldn’t face him after last night. The fragmented memories floated in her mind like hazy dream remnants. She vaguely recalled the warmth of his presence and his voice before exhaustion pulled her under. Her cheeks flushed at the thought, and she abruptly shot out of bed. What was I thinking? She couldn’t let her guard down like that, not with him.
She needed to get herself together. She threw the blankets off her and stood up, determined to push Lance—and last night—out of her mind.
I need a bath. The thought of a warm soak was enough to steady her fraying nerves. But first, she had to find Flora.
Fiore hurried out of the house and made her way across the
