Chapter 17: Bastian

It was an hour later than I expected. This was an especially difficult pickup and I needed to discuss what was happening with Acasia. She was key to the situation and she wouldn't be happy about her role.

I walked into the suite and found her passed out on the couch, an empty bottle of wine laying on her chest. This wasn't what I'd expected to find, but how could I not smile? Removing the bottle, I picked her up and carried her to bed. She mumbled, but I couldn't understand what she said. I removed her clothes, regretting that I couldn't take my bride this night. I lay beside her on the bed and willed my stiff cock to calm.

Hours later, she scrambled up and ran for the bathroom. My bride did not handle her alcohol well. I followed and leaned down beside her, gathering her hair to keep it out of her way.

"Go away." Her hand limply tried slapping me aside, but I ignored her.

"If you remember correctly, you've upchucked on my feet before."

"Those were claws or talons or something, no