Chapter 38 A great little favor

• Smell of sandalwood, honey and something else. The overly sweet mixture cloyed the conscience of Nebraska struggling to wake up or come out of unconsciousness.
• -How long do you intend to continue sleeping? - The low voice of the alpha who did not feel very good made her put his feet on the ground and open her eyes to find herself in a room even more luxurious than where she currently slept. In contrast, this place did not know him, nor did it seem to have the elegant style of Hades.
• She sat up off the cold floor and the usual unpleasant noise, plus the weight of the shackles around one of her ankles, made her shudder so much that she had to use all her willpower not to vomit.