Standing at the edge of my sacred bed, I stared at the desecration that was Baevera.
They had settled her for the night right here in my personal space before filing out, and all through such injustice, she barely stirred.
“If looks could kill, yours would have finished her off before the fever could ever get a chance to try,” Alaric whispered beside me, still amused. The clobberhead.
I shot him yet another glare. Would it really be so bad if I wrinkled the male’s neck?
“Whatever you are thinking is a bad idea.” He only chuckled and patted my arm. “It is just for tonight. Loosen up a little, my friend.”
There was no point dignifying that with a response. Turning, I left them and entered the adjoining chamber where warm water waited.
The servants bowed and slipped out quickly, sensi
