I would be okay. I kept repeating that mantra in my head. I had been through it alone before, so I could do it again. No matter how difficult it was, I would survive and take my revenge on Duncan.
When the seizure ended, I sat back. After turning off the water, I closed my eyes and let sleep take over my consciousness. I wouldn't have gone through all that if I weren't Duncan's mate.
I opened my eyes when the assault came again. I was surprised to find myself lying in bed. But feeling the cool breeze from the window, I felt better. I squeezed the sheets and regulated my breathing, waiting for the rush of arousal to subside.
"When you're done, come here. Don't let the roast chicken get cold," Duncan said. He was sitting on the dining chair.
Hearing the name of the food, my mouth watered
