The door to the luxurious hotel room was shut tight, muffling the sounds of the outside world. Ophelia sat on the edge of the large bed, her fingers intertwined tightly. The clock on the wall told her she still had nearly half an hour before the masseur arrived.
Truthfully, she could have asked for a sooner time. But she needed this time. Time to think—or more accurately, to wage war with herself.
'This is insane,' her rational mind whispered. What you're doing is tantamount to betraying your family. Betraying your husband. Betraying Arianna, your own daughter. You are Headmistress Ophelia, the Blazewalker, a respected SS-Rank Hunter. Not... not some slut seeking illicit services in the dead of night.
Her mind drifted to her husband's face, the good man who had stood by her for years, who always supported her even when her career took priority.
