Aselia's POV
I couldn't sleep that night. Not for a second, what the hell was wrong with me? I kept thinking about how he had embraced me, the warmth he emitted, and how softly he stroked my hair. These feelings and emotions, where were they coming from? I needed to get my priorities straight or I won't be able to focus on my mission.
I knew Yurian would make contact with me tomorrow. I had to go upstairs, maybe I could make an excuse to visit Madam Marci in order to acquire some juice at the allocated time. Yes, that would work. I knew we had to go through the lobby to reach the kitchen, so that would be a perfect time.