Chapter Twenty-Eight
Beulah awoke to fingers running along her sensitized skin. The fingers were too long and thick to be a child’s. They were too warm and callused to be her sister’s.
She knew instantly whose arms she was in. She waited for the shame to find her in this common area room where anyone could walk upon them. Shame made no appearance.
She waited for Yehfe to barge in and shower her with disappointment. Yehfe didn’t make a physical appearance, but she felt him in her heart and in her head.
What she felt was not dismay or displeasure. She knew in her soul that Yehfe was overjoyed that she had lain with his brother. For him, this meant they were truly bonded.
“You have ruined me, my goddess.”
Beulah wanted to tell Pakua not to call her that. She didn’t. Somehow the title fe
