Chapitre 141: The Abyss

Ophelia waited for Killorn to fall asleep. She lay in his tight embrace, knowing it'd be impossible to worm her way out of his grasp. A part of her wanted to cherish this a little while longer. She could feel his body rise and fall with each soft exhale. In his sleep, his majestic features were softened and vulnerable, but his grip on her was determined. She peered upon his etched brows, lost in a deep slumber. She basked in his scent, of rich pine and sheer masculinity. And soon, Ophelia managed to slip away, writhing slowly and slightly, until she replaced herself with a pillow.

Nyx was still nowhere to be seen. With a final glance back at her husband, Ophelia slipped out into the night in a thick coat and cape. She knew what she was doing was foolish. He'd never forgive her, but she'd never forgive herself if she didn't try.