VAELORA laid on the bed, arms resting loosely at her sides, watching the lights flicker across the walls. For the first time in a long while, her thoughts of Draekon were steady. She didn’t feel the usual tug of war between hatred and desire.
It felt strange.
Strange not to hate him. No lingering frustration, whatsoever. She had gotten so absorbed into her purpose of hating him, that not doing so simply felt different.
But then, she loved the peace and calm that accompanied this difference.
A soft sound came from the bath chambers and Draekon stepped out seconds later. Vaelora quickly looked away, unable to help the burning sensation all over her face.
Draekon got busy putting on a light pair of pants, before moving toward the bed. Vaelora felt the other side of the bed dip as a resu
