Valka
I should have returned when Leander told me to.
But I'd gone and grabbed a goblet from the servant's tray. It was the sweetest thing I'd ever tasted and even if it made me dizzy, I couldn't help but down even more of it. And it had been fine. Really.
Until Alfie found me.
"You're a rather shy one," she'd said, appearing out of nowhere. She was dressed as all servants were. Black dress that swept across the floors and a white corset. On a night like this, the ropes of her corset were undone and the lace underthing she wore underneath pushed her cleavage into a sumptuous amount.
I thought sourly, if I had breasts like that, perhaps Rafe wouldn't have dropped me.
I sighed into my goblet. "Not usually. My mother always said I couldn't stop running my mouth."
Her doe eyes glittered, and something musty tinged her scent. It made me blink, trying to remember what that scent was, but it only awarded me with a blurred vision.
