When Aria woke up and opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the sun streaming through her window. The first thing she felt was shame.
It was supposed to be fast—just a bargain. Getting Zyren to sleep with her in exchange for sparing Rymora, once he had discovered her to be a werewolf.
But it hadn't gone that way. They had barely finished the first round when he lifted her straight off the table, carried her into the room, and laid her on the bed with nothing but a cloak thrown over her body—never once pulling out from inside her.
I hate him! she swore to herself, even as she slowly pushed herself upright, her eyes carrying a dazed and weary expression as they drifted around the chamber.
