Kapitel 55: Etiquette Lessons

"He was the one from the night at the inn"

The morning sun rose to the sky, and Esme lay in bed. Her gaze drifted absently to the ceiling, the realization slowly crystallizing in her mind.

A cold wave of disbelief washed over her as she connected the dots. The very demon she desperately wanted to loathe, was the same man who had violated her, shattering her innocence and peace. Dahmer truly never came back.

It all made sense now — why he had dared to steal a kiss from her lips at the fortress, and the question she asked, he obviously took it the wrong way.

The memory of their encounter last night surged back into her mind, making her cheeks burn with embarrassment. He really planned to go all the way last night if she hadn't mustered the courage to stop him. That wasn't just a kiss, his real motive was to devour her right there and then. It terrified her even more to know she almost let him.