Meanwhile, in Alvaro's room.
He had asked Vlad not to come. And he was grateful he had, because he couldn't move from the bed at all. He couldn't imagine what would've happened if that lecherous vampire had shown up. He was sure the vampire wouldn't care about his pain and would take advantage of him without mercy.
Alvaro groaned in pain, lying face down. Even though Huron had sent a doctor to examine him and give him medicine, his back still ached terribly, like it was being sliced open.
Thankfully, the old man hadn't come. Alvaro was still too ashamed to face him—and angry, too. Ashamed, because the man would surely ask who his lover was, judging by the wild kiss marks on his body. And angry, because he'd never liked how the man imposed such harsh punishments on him.
Alvaro sighed and buried his face in the pillow. Shame and pain twisted together inside him. How was he supposed to face the guards tomorrow?
