Kane
Asbela soon brought me a plate of rice, gravy, and chicken nuggets.
"Mom's coming tomorrow; tidy up her room and make sure everything is in order," I told her, taking the plate and heading toward Zara's room.
Pausing outside her door, I adjusted my expression, realizing I couldn't show any emotion. I felt terrible, but there was no other choice. I knocked, waited, and hoped she was still awake.
A minute later, she opened the door and stood before me in her nightgown, a bored expression on her face.
My eyes, as usual, were completely fixed on hers, and maintaining an impassive expression proved much harder than I expected.
Her red hair fell softly over her shoulders and curled like crimson snakes over her ample bosom. Her nightgown was V-neck, allowing me just a glimpse of the upper curves of her ample breasts, just enough to make my mouth water.
But her neck, her elegant neck, was bare. I was so used to seeing her with that necklace… which now lay in my safe.
