Chapitre 44: Vengeful Wolves

It was a quiet night. Only the bright stars in the sky sparkled and illuminated Adam's room. He was lying on his bed, but his posture tonight was somewhat unusual.

"Um..." Adam felt strange.

His head was pressed against Amarantha's thin nightgown, and more specifically, against her breasts. Adam could feel the warmth and tenderness of her hills in full force, and given the fragrant scent, his head was slightly dizzy.

From the day they became allies with Amarantha, she kept the distance between them short, and their bodies frequently touched. There was nothing naughty about it; it was more of a casual embrace, that's all.

Amarantha had slept in his arms since that day, and her expression looked so relaxed and defenseless that Adam sometimes wondered why she trusted him so much. He didn't mind, however, as he enjoyed it.