"Are you alright, My Lord?" Elowyn asked as she climbed up the bed, pressing her body against Orion. Her fingers trailed his sculpted muscles, running up and down the peaks and valleys of his pectorals. "You seem a little… distracted."
Orion blinked rapidly a few times before he turned his gaze to Elowyn. She looked ever so sweet, just as he always remembered. But for some strange reason, there was something… wrong about it.
"Perhaps I am just worried for my friend," Orion said.
His mind flitted over to the conversation he just had with Ralph and Soleia― especially with regards to the aphrodisiac possibly being spiked in his tea. All the while, Elowyn smiled sweetly and innocently at him. She always reminded Orion of a delicate flower blooming in the cold frost of winter. But now, she seemed more like a rose with hidden thorns than anything.
