The moment her full weight tugged on the fabric, her arms straining and her breasts pressing tightly against the silk, she squealed—not out of fear, but at the terrifying mental image of Cruxius ruthlessly killing the guards when he found the empty bed.
'No, don't be sympathetic. I need to think about myself first.' Thalia calmed her racing mind, focusing on her aching hands, given the wind outside was getting colder and wrapping intimately around her exposed curves.
Hand over hand, she lowered her suspended body, her core tightening as she whispered curses in her heart with each knot passed.
'Academy can be dangerous; I need to first escape to some other city and let Cruxius fall for some other woman's body and lose interest in me.' While moving, she planned to lay low until Cruxius's insatiable lust found a new target.
