Bab 106: Her idea

Upon returning to her room, Mallory instructed the maid to draw a warm bath. She hastily slipped into the white porcelain bathtub, the soothing warmth enveloping her. Though the bath felt heavenly against her skin, she didn't linger too long. Because this room was not her own.

With no other attire to wear for the night, she reached for the nightgown that had been packed in her trunk earlier that afternoon at Hadeon's instruction. After wearing it, she padded across the soft carpet to the other side of the room to retrieve one of the pureblooded vampire's shirts, as she draped it over her head.

"All better," Mallory murmured to herself, a satisfied smile creeping across her lips as the shirt enveloped her. Hadeon's shirt consumed her, swallowing her small frame and enveloping her hands in its soft material.