VAELORA remained seated in front of the desk, long after Rebekah had left. The heavy book about spells and magic were opened before her, but the words on the pages blurred together, refusing to hold her attention.
Her thoughts kept straying, spiraling through everything that had happened these past days. With a long, frustrated sigh, she slammed the book shut.
She stood up restlessly, and made her way to the bed. As she laid down, her hand subconsciously reached out for the pillow on Draekon's side of the bed.
Without realizing her actions, she buried her nose against the pillow, and inhaled. The faint trace of Draekon’s scent made her chest tighten.
Then almost immediately, she froze, eyes wide. What the in the cursed claws was she doing?!
Feeling extremely conscious now, she set
