*Vanessa (The Real One) POV*
I thanked the Moon Goddess that Erik did not insist that we sleep in the same bed together. From what Falcon had told me about the imposter who had worn my body, she had become more than familiar with the bastard.
I shuddered at the thought that I had been used like some puppet. What was worse was having to act as though I was smitten with Erik. I smiled, laughed, and touched him … but all I wanted to do was take the nearest object and cut his flesh!
How I missed tormenting him. I had so been looking forward to inflicting new scars on him when I had him locked in my dungeon. But that was another experience stolen by the imposter.
I slid out of the bed and put on a cloak. If anyone were to ask what I was doing up at this hour, I would simply say it was my time of the month. These simple guards dared not question a lady further when it came to those matters.
