Chapter 8Marwa
Oh, my days! Whatever lay between Rohene and I took control in Leafgreen and whipped up a lovely ride of passion. I couldn’t stop from kissing her flushed neck, and tasting her soulful lips. She seemed as pleased to see me again as I was her and the attention went to my drunken head. If my mistress had seen me—shitfaced and slurring—I’d have gotten a severe talking-to. It was honestly all I could do not to admit the truth there and then. Compared to Rohene, nothing mattered. Not the forest, Mistress, our people, or anything.
Instead of recoiling like the witches at the castle she fell into my arms and gazed at me as if I was someone, instead of no one. My half-moon found hers and my insides melted into a puddle of goo. How could I resist her serious eyes and tight plaits?
