Chapitre 116: Not a Vampire, Werewolf, or Human

Sunlight poured through the window, washing over the tangled couple. Ophelia had slept her best in a long time. She was the first to wake up, her heart clogging her throat at the sight of him. Nestled in his arms, Ophelia tenderly slid her hand from his jaw to his neck. In his sleep, Killorn was defenseless, but his taunt brows implied otherwise. Jaws clenched, grip tightening, Killorn refused to let her go even amidst his exhaustion.

Ophelia knew Killorn deserved the rest. She didn't dare to wake him up, as he had barely slept a wink throughout the entire journey from the empire. Uncertainty pooled in her stomach.

With great struggle, Ophelia slipped out of his vice and replaced her silhouette with a pillow. Her lips twitched, wondering if she should give him a stuffed animal to hug in the morning, for his limbs immediately wove around the pillow. The cold air slapped her skin as she hurried to grab a gown to slip over her head, ribbons undone.