#Chapter44
SILVAN
I took a long bath before returning to my room. The prison had the scent of death that I did not want to bring near Emma. Although Emma wouldn't be able to perceive it through her human sense of smell, I still did not want her to be in contact with the scent. Thus, I washed and scrubbed all corners of my body and it took me a while. When I entered my room, Emma was already up and was sitting in the middle of my bed with a phone on her ear. Her body stature was slim, and beside our gigantic bed, she looked even smaller. Her long hair was freely down on her back and she was wearing my shirt. Her cheeks still flushed red and her lips were still swollen. Her ocean blue eyes were still misty and hinted of the passionate time we just shared.
She was breathtaking. Immediately, my desire for her started to once again start to resurface.
