Returning from my mission, I felt the familiar buzz of adrenaline still coursing through my veins. My body was still wired, ready for another fight, another challenge. But as I walked through the halls of the castle, something gnawed at me, something I couldn't quite push away no matter how hard I tried.
Aeliana.
It had been days since she and Nathaniel set off on their mission, and despite my best efforts to rid my mind of her, she lingered like a bad fucking itch. Her defiant eyes, the scent of her skin, the warmth of her body when we'd slept together—though "slept" was the wrong word. I hadn't actually slept.
Not really. I was too busy keeping my thoughts in check, trying to ignore how good it felt to have her close. The memory was like a damn splinter stuck in my brain.
