Helena groaned as her eyes fluttered open. Her body felt like it had been trampled by a herd of centaurs.
"Ow… my back. My hips. My—ugh."
She tried to sit up and winced immediately. Her hand darted to her neck, brushing over something sore. She pulled the blanket down—red marks. Everywhere. Bite marks, hickeys, scratches.
"You animal," she muttered.
Next to her, Kayden stretched lazily, completely unbothered, his bare chest gleaming in the morning light.
"You came inside me," she said flatly.
"Morning to you too," he replied, blinking innocently.
Helena slapped his arm. "That's not the greeting I meant!"
Without saying a word, Kayden reached over to his cloak and pulled out a small glass vial filled with something that shimmered violet.
"What's that?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him with suspicion.
"Anti-conception tonic," he said calmly, handing it over like it was a breakfast drink.
