LADY BAEVERA
I woke in the early hours of dawn, sore. But not terribly so. My healing had already begun.
I always healed faster than most Urekai. My body, traitorous as it may be, never failed to repair itself thoroughly.
But the moment of calm did not last. That aftermath fear I was so familiar with set in. The fear of not knowing.
What had been done to my body while I was unconscious? Did they touch me in ways I did not consent to?
I checked my skin for bruises and cuts. Ran my hands over my neck, my wrists… checking if I had been fed from. All clear.
Parting my legs, I winced at the soreness, swiping my fingers over my intimate area. I stared at the slick mess. No blood, just my own wetness and male fluid.
Yet that fear remained. Not knowing had always been a relief and a torment
