"It's definitely my fault. I should have used one of her father's carriages to commute here instead of taking mine. My energy must have overwhelmed her," Aldric muttered angrily.
Fuc* you.
Egon shrugged as he listened to his brother and his uncle's soft murmurs from behind the door of the neighboring house. His ears then focused on the heavier, deeper breaths Adela had started drawing.
How can anybody fall asleep that quickly?
Without a word to the idiot, Egon opened the door again and closed it behind him. He walked until he reached the couch where Adela lay, sound asleep. His eyes followed the rise and fall motion of her chest beneath her riding gear, then slid down to scan her veins and arteries. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until he reached the bottom of her riding pants and noticed something silver colored peeking through. The sight extinguished the fire of his anger.
...Why do you have to be such a stubborn mountain goat?
