' Lustful dreams? '
' Am I imagining this? '
Her heartbeat quickened, and the room's temperature seemed to soar. Isolde's breaths became rapid and heavy, almost panting, as tension gripped her entire body. Opening her eyes, she was shocked to find herself alone, lying naked on her bed, covered in sweat, her heart pounding relentlessly within her chest. A bewildering thought crossed her mind, 'Did I do this to myself?'
Rushing to the bathroom, Isolde splashed cold water on her body, attempting to regain composure. "I'm not crazy, am I? It felt so real..." she mumbled, her voice tinged with disbelief. "My body is still hot despite completely wetting myself with cold water," she added, frustration evident in her tone. She closed her eyes tightly, attempting to banish the vivid images of Azrael's kiss, his touch, his scent, and his voice.
