Chapter 561

• Hila
• She had woken early, planning to leave at daybreak. But it had been near impossible to leave Piers’ warm body and when he looked at her, just looked at her, his gray-blue eyes soft and pleading, she had succumbed. Rolling on top of him, she kissed him, feeling his erection against her womanhood and they made gentle love. Then, after a shower, she changed into her Goth biker outfit, as Tara had described it. With a wry twist of her lips, she acknowledged that the girl was right.
• Kissing Piers goodbye, she crept out and headed downstairs. To her astonishment, the St. Claire household seemed to be up and awake, and she found Proserpina talking to Camille in the hallway, a mug of steaming hot coffee in her hands.