Semua Bab Once His Bully. Now His Whore: Bab 211 - Bab 220

I did not particularly want to. But after a moment, I nodded.We untangled together, my limbs stiff and aching from the cramped position. Baevera climbed out first. She waited patiently without urging me, simply holding the wardrobe door open until I finally stepped out after her.The daylight struck my eyes immediately. I winced and squeezed them shut. A heartbeat later, the brightness dimmed through my lids.I opened my eyes again to see every curtain had been drawn closed, every window shuttered. The harsh morning light had given way to a soft, muted darkness far easier to bear.I looked at her. She merely smiled, came closer, and took my hand.Her fingers were warm around mine as she quietly led me across the chamber to the bathing room. Steam rose above the waiting tub.I thought about telling her I had already bathed—it was the last thing I had done before the wardrobe—but the words simply lacked the strength to make it out, and so I let her do what she intended.She helped me

"But…why?" Why the hurry? Had something happened, that he had to come all the way here?"I left without saying goodbye, I apologize. You were sleeping, and I did not want to wake you."It was embarrassing, the speed at which warmth filled the space where sadness had been all day. The ache in my chest eased.Raising his hand, he touched my cheek. I leaned into his palm. "How do you feel now?" I asked softly."Better." He smiled faintly. "Much better.""I am glad."Slipping his hand under my chin, he tilted my face upward. "I also wanted to thank you for everything. For staying with me these past few days. For taking care of me. Thank you, Baevera.""Oh, it was nothing at all. I was only worried I might have overstepped,” I admitted with a self-deprecating smile. “I wondered if I had invaded your privacy by being all over your space—""You are allowed to be all over my space. You may overstep whenever you wish."That stopped me. "I... may?""You may." His thumb brushed along my jaw."O

I took a deep, relieved breath. "Good.""And Philip is not it for me." She cupped both of my cheeks. "You know what I need? A male who sees me as a living being instead of merely a body. A male who treats my consent as something precious instead of something optional. A male who is gentle with me in our intimacy and values my pleasure just as much as his own. I need a male who knows every part of me, the good, the broken, the ugly, the frightened. A male who has seen all of it and still chooses to love me. I need the only male who has ever made me feel completely... wholly... safe, whose touch keeps me awake at night.” A blush warmed her cheeks. “A male whose body I ache for every hour we are apart, whom I miss before he has even left the room. I need the male I am hopelessly obsessed with, whom I love with every piece of my heart.” My breath broke apart at the rushed words. I inhaled deeply. "You, Revandrel Cel’theren.You are what I need.”Emotion swelled so fiercely inside my chest

LADY JESSELYNI applied the lip paint carefully, then pressed my lips together, studying my reflection in the mirror. The color suited me. It matched the concealing paint around my eyes nicely. Satisfied, I stepped back and slipped my feet into my shoes. "Where is he?""In the courtyard, my lady," my handmaiden replied.I made my way outside, willing the thudding in my chest to calm. It refused.The household workers greeted me as I crossed the courtyard, searching for my visitor.I found him standing beneath the broad shade of an old elm, one hand clasped behind his back, the morning breeze stirring the dark strands of his hair.Revandrel smiled the moment he saw me.Despite the tightness in my chest, I smiled back and lifted a hand in greeting."Sorry you had to wait," I said as I reached him."That is quite all right." He pushed away from the tree. "I have not been here long. Walk with me?""Of course." We fell into step together, leaving the courtyard behind as we wandered towar

LORD REVANDREL"I must have misheard you," Alaric stared at me with eyes wide enough to shame saucers. “In fact, I am certain I did. For one terrible moment, I thought you said something about performing a bonding ritual with your bloodhost, and that cannot be right.”“I plan to perform a bonding ritual with Baevera,” I repeated.“Oh, Tartarus, he said it twice.” Alaric shoved back from his desk with a screech of his chair and crossed the room toward where I sat, planting himself before me. “Have you lost your mind? You know that is not wise, Revandrel. Were you born yesterday? Blood partners are not compatible. You know this.”I picked up the nearest cushion and threw it directly at his oversized head. “At least attempt to spare my feelings the way Jesse did, you tactless clown.”He batted it aside without so much as a twitch of a smile. "You already told Jesse? When?"“This morning. I came here directly from her estate.”“Well, the moment you lower those ridiculous lashes at her, sh