The prince carried his new pet to his room, waves of reluctance and anxiety radiating from the unique girl in his arms. He placed her on his bed, promising to return in a few minutes before slipping away to the bathroom.
He had to bathe again, even after he’d just bathed an hour before to wash the stench of her vomit off his skin. No matter how hard he scrubbed, it didn’t feel clean enough. He was certain some of it still lingered, hidden in crevices he couldn’t see.
As Dorian cleansed his skin raw, shame overwhelmed him. It was his fault for not looking into her past abuse and how to move forward when it came to feeding her. It was his mistake, not hers, and his ignorance on the subject circulated through his brain until it was the only thing he could think about.
He had to rectify
