Chapter 57. Angelina

I had no idea what’d happened and how I ended up in bed. As if a piece of my memory had been erased. I just opened my eyes in the morning, as if I’d woken up after a long sleep. The room wasn’t familiar, my party dress made me think I’d just dropped off in my clothes.

“Reive?” that was the first thing I said on seeing the necromancer sitting beside me in a chic crimson chair.

By the way, the rooms were just amazing. Twice as big as the previous ones, luxuriously furnished, with ornamental carvings on the furniture and drawings right on the walls.

“Reive! Where are we? And what the draugr am I doing in bed with my clothes on?”

The necromancer smiled, put his cup of aromatic coffee aside and came up to me. The bed sank under his weight. This time, I tried so hard not to blush because we were in the same bed again. I wasn’t naked so why should I have worried about that?

“Little one, you faint