Alora stopped tossing and turning and finally turned to the particular side of the bed and sighed in dismay before opening her eyes and looking at the empty place with her bloodshot eyes. The bed seemed cold today too, just like it has been for the last four days.
Today was the day of combat. She was going to fight Heaven and there was no sign of Crimson.
She raised her body to sit up, and massaged her temples. Without his warmth, Alora wasn't able to sleep more than two hours during these nights. That beautiful bastard had grown on her badly. Alora knew it was bad for her, very bad. And she needed to stop. But she couldn't!
'Be my woman!'
His husky rich voice whispered in her ears and Alora closed her eyes feeling her irregular heart beat again. This man had instilled these fucked up emotions in her and Alora didn't want but just to accept that she somehow started liking that bastard in a weird way.
