A day has passed since the sudden appearance of Ouro. A day that has been longer than he thought it would. After sleeping with Wolf Prince by his side, his mind blanked after… a strange dream.
A dream he preferred not to acknowledge its existence, lest shame eat him from the inside out. 'Traitorous consciousness inside that core. How dare she say that to my face?' His face burned up again after remembering her words about his appearance and some of his more feminine qualities.
He had that way with words too? A sharp tongue? was this how Yraka felt after their battle of snarks? 'Damn, God. I shan't let Ouro or Mary get in touch with that part of myself. I can imagine the disaster that will happen.'
