Chapter 42

Blakely

I awoke to a myriad of strange scents, one of them being Azrael’s, and a raging case of cotton mouth.

Rolling over in bed, I snatched the goblet off the side table, and brought it to my lips all without checking the contents. Thankfully, it was cold water that splashed against my tongue, deliciously crisp as it trickled down my throat.

Only after I set the goblet down did I realize I was naked beneath the blankets.

How lovely.

Memories of what happened at the brothel crashed over me, threatening to send me into a panic. Rather than give into the tidal wave of emotion currently thrashing in my chest, I turned my attention to my surroundings.

Surveying the dark room, I took in the four postered bed with its lush coverings and the vanity closet just a few feet away. A large window with a sill large enough to sit on, took up most of the far wall. Moonlight streamed through the sheer curtains, telling me dawn had not yet arrived.

Azrael’s musical laugh startled me from my tho