Misunderstanding

Olivera woke with a pounding headache, which dissipated when she felt a hand ruffle her hair.

She sighed in satisfaction, keeping her eyes closed, shifting her head and body the more towards the source of comfort. That moment ceased though, when she perceived the scent of her benefactor. Raul.

Instantly, she opened her eyes, and confirming her worst fears, shoved him out of her side with her whole strength, unperturbed when he landed his buttocks on the floor.

She had pushed him out of his bed. She had realized with a sudden jerk. She knew this because after the push, she had taken in the royal colors of the room, and the hanging canopy over the bed.

“What am I doing here?” She looked beneath the covers. Her clothes were still intact. Thank the goddess.

But where was Jeremy? She thought, ransacking her mind for what had happened, her mouth dropping open in amazement when she remembered that she had fainted from the pain of transition.

Was her body that frail? And if she had fai