Alana swallowed and then as she opened her mouth to give Fjall the reply his eyes were searching hers for, she saw the door open.
Alana's eyes focused on that person, she could feel the effects of the spell take effect on her in a way she thought was impossible; she had actually assumed she was immune seeing as it was her spell, but looking at Freya, who wore the same uniform she'd been wearing ever since her stay at Belvot Mountain, Alana was flummoxed. Her heartbeat had long been disturbed, her legs were weak, and she could feel Freya's presence everywhere around her body, bringing her back to that night when something had happened between them. She had totally lost herself in the reverie, and what was left of her was a wetness between her legs.
Mordeu shook his head on seeing such a response to Freya from Alana. He turned behind him and smacked Fjall on his head. "Alana doesn't like me that way."
