I opened my eyes when I was laid in bed. My body seemed to tremble when his hand brushed my bearskin. I would recognize that touch anywhere and in any condition.
Before his touch makes me ache for more, it made me want to let go of my self-control and let him have me there and then but now they disgust me. I am disgusted by his touch especially since I walked in on him with that human girl in the ice palace.
It irked me thinking about that. I moved further away from him and pushed his hands away from me, my vision was still blurry but I could make out the three men in the room staring at me like I was some kind of statue in the museum.
"Sly, you need rest," I heard him say.
