[WARNING: This chapter contains a slight smutty scene. If you are uncomfortable about it, you have been warned.]
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Ivar already arrived in his room after he had a talk with their almighty Seraphim, Heraleen.
He removed his shirt, feeling warmer than usual, then he plopped on his bed. The moment his face hit his pillow, he sighed exasperatedly feeling tired. The Cherubim's personal servant only went away to talk to his mother... yet he felt so exhausted.
He was mentally exhausted because of the number of information he learned from Heraleen concerning Devin's curse.
'Damn! What should we do?'
"Where were you?"
When Ivar heard a familiar voice, he was slightly surprised. He sat up then saw Gwen in her usual black fitted night gown. The only difference is that instead of her hair untied, she had it in a messy bun, exposing her neck more.
For Ivar, he found this very inviting.
