Selene’s POV
Oh, my head hurts. With a limited memory and a cramped stomach, I rubbed my temples and sat up in bed.
My head was still spinning. I closed my eyes and shook my head, trying to piece together a complete memory. But my memory of last night is still incomplete.
I just remember listening to Lowa and Sibyl banter at dinner in the garden. I tried to relax myself, but Beowulf's burning eyes kept on me, making me feel as if I were being illuminated by a strong light. My body is a bit stiff. I do not dare to look in his direction, I can only sip wine to ease my embarrassment.
Sibyl prepared a very mild wine for me. The first sip I took was a little weird, but when I swallowed it, I felt a heat coming out of my stomach and into my head. My mouth began to taste a faint taste of grapes. It made me feel good, so I drank it all while listening to them talk.
