[Elora]
My gentle stirrings of consciousness were not met with the familiar quiet of the guest room, but with muffled sounds from the room next door. A low groan, a soft murmur, the creak of a wooden floor, skin slapping against skin—it was Vernon and Sylas, their intimacy audible even through the thick walls.
My cheeks flushed, a warmth spreading through me that had nothing to do with fever. I remembered falling asleep on the chaise lounge in their sitting room, utterly spent after the emotional revelations and the conversation about my new state. They must have carried me here, gentle and protective even in my unconsciousness.
The sounds continued, painting a vivid picture in my mind, and a strange, familiar heat coiled in my core. It wasn't just curiosity; it was a potent, undeniabl
