Chapter 63

• The dark curtains shielding Valentine from the intense rays of the sun were pushed aside. As the rays of hot light washed over Valentine, she made an effort to roll away from its direction. Her body was supposed to ache but as Valentine stretched her body out, she discovered something quite odd. She felt good. An entirely different story considering she had spent the night on the living room couch in hopes of avoiding Devin. Her tired hands felt the surface she was on. It was soft and spacey. That made her jerk. Her eyes shot open and daylight immediately stabbed it making her blink repeatedly. She took a look around and her suspicions were confirmed. She was in the bedroom. Her clothes were off with the exception of the peachy matching underwear she had on. That bastard, She swore under her breath. Panic surged from the deep as Valentine examined herself. A part of her knew that despite everything she thought about Devin, there were some lines the man wouldn't cross but at the same time, Valentine refused to acknowledge that Devin had morality. There was a glass of water on the dresser by the side of the bed. Begrudgingly, Valentine took a huge gulp right before stepping out of the bed. She found her cloth discarded on the floor and immediately retrieved it. Still observing the room, Valentine proceeded to slide into the silky gown she had worn the night before. Her thoughts lingered on preventing any sexual transgression before the night of ritual so despite having clean and comfortable clothes stashed in the depths of one of the bedroom's wardrobes, Valentine chose to play safe and her senses had been right. As soon as she shimmied into the gown, the bedroom door swung open and Devin walked in with nothing but a flimsy black brief shielding his nudity.
• "Did you bring me here?" Valentine asked, looking to the floor.
• "Morning," He returned. His unsatisfactory response made Valentine look him straight in the eye and what followed was instant regret. The foul words that erupted from the wicked depths of her mind caught at her throat as she took in the sight of his rumpled dark hair on the clean-cut side. The dark brown—almost black—eyes, the strong jaw, and the perfectly sculpted body. Valentine's stomach flipped. The filthy thoughts that rushed through her brain like serotonin courtesy of her wolf made her feel sick. She needed a censor on her brain. Now more than ever.