"I can't", Penelope said, even when her body was screaming to do it in its own language. "I don't want this, my Lord."
"Because I am the infamous rake?"
"Because of so much more," Penelope said.
A knock rasped on the door behind her. Penelope shook. Azriel sighed. With one hand, he moved Penelope to the other side, where she was hidden from view.
"My Lord," it was one of Azriel's soldiers. "The soldiers have returned. I think something has come up."
"I will be there with you soon."
The soldier's footsteps retreated, and it was until there was no sound did Azriel look down at Penelope. He smiled, eyes still shining with a hungry need.
"We'll continue when I get back," he said.
Penelope moved out of his way, and Azriel left the chambers. Penelope was not too far gone after him, deciding she would just stick to any other part of the house than his chambers.
