VALORIA WILDEROSE
My heart is racing, beating out of my chest like drums, and I am breathless. Gasping for air even after I've gotten back into the mansion, far away from Azrael.
Even with the distance, his existence continues to hover around me like a curse.
The warmth of his lips resides on mine, his touch still tickles my skin, and every second I lose focus on counting my steps, my mind relapses again—replaying that kiss and the feeling of his tongue, so sinful.
So… good.
It felt good, but that is all I'll let myself read into that.
I admit I let myself fall into his games and get into my head.
I let myself react to his taunting and kiss him, but it was to prove a point that I could seduce him if I really wanted to, and I haven't because it's not what I want to.
Because my plan no longer resides on making him bend to my will, if it were ever possible.
Yes… my plans to find the dagger and kill him.
